Anais

"Anais! Wait!" Mariela called after me. She pushed through the crowds until she finally caught up with me.

"Anais, think about this!" She grabbed my arm, pleading for my sanity.

"What's there to think about? The presidente is a vile, vindictive man. He's barring Esteban from finishing his lap around the arena and he's doing it out of spite." I snatched my arm away, staring at her impatiently.

"And let's say you do go up there, what will you say to him? He'll deny it! He may not even do what you ask him?" Mariela is still on my heel as I climb the steps to the exclusive box.

"He's as self absorbed as a raging bull. He won't deny it... he'll relish in it" she pondered my words before snapping back to attention.

Ugh! I didn't have time for this! I wasn't trying to convince Mariela. My mind was made up.

"Anais wait!" She still runs after me, trying anything to prevent me from going up.

I ignored her and stand face to face with the two security guards blocking the door of the presidente's booth.

"I am here to see President Cortez"

They look at each other before looking down at me.

"Name?"

"He knows my name" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. The two men nodded, whispering amongst themselves before stepping away from the entrance of the door.

"He's been expecting you Ms. Anais" one man nodded before letting me in.

I look back at Mariela as she stood at a distance. "My friend must come too." I say. Although I tried to look as calm as possible, I was scared being alone with the presidente, thinking back to the party at his house.

They whispered something to themselves but nodded, signaling her to follow me inside.

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The room was filled with scenes of chaos, but not the bad chaos one encounters from a heightened situation of stress. It was boyish chaos. A line of men hovered over thick newspapers and dice. Screams and shouts of excitement echoed across the elegantly decorated wall. A cloud of smoke, as thick as a bonded novel fogged up the air.
Mariela stood close behind, rolling her eyes as the men hooted and whistled at us.

"Looks like Esteban's little flower finally showed her face"

"Morena"

I ignored them all of course, still enraged by the President's actions. I needed to confront him face to face and demand he stop interfering with the Ninos.

I finally come into the main room and see the Presidente leaning against a wooden table. He had one foot on a chair drinking a bottle beer as he watched the performance.

From the windows, a clear view of the arena was displayed. I couldn't help but pause and take in the beauty of the arena from above the crowds. Esteban was down below, doing a final lap around the stadium.

"Come on Esteban!!!" I hear the irritating voice of Hector behind me. He was unsprisinly cheering and hooting.

The presidente turned his attention from the window before looking over at me.

"Anais. Girlfriend of El Jefe! Ive been expecting you" His smile was infectious.

He was a handsome man, there was no question about it, but I knew he used his looks to his advantage. No woman had ever said no to him, until he met me.

"How do you like my booth Ms. Jefe" I rolled my eyes, crossing my hands over my chest. He sized me up intensely before walking over and kissing my cheek.

"And who might this be?" He wears his confidence like a sash.

"Mariela" she introduces herself carefully. It was the first time she met him. I knew she was surprised by his infectious charm. He had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the room.
He takes her hand and kissed it before he gently takes mine.

I look over at Hector and lift up a middle finger to curse him out. "Traitor" I say, loud enough for the Presidente to hear. He chuckled lazily before looking at me.

"I invited him Anais. Be mad at me, not Hector" he pleaded guilty.

"That is an easy task" I mumbled, staring into his eyes. His eyes were determined. Hungry.

He snapped for two of his guards before walking alongside them, whispering something to the tallest of the two before going to another room.

"Anais!" Hector puts an arm over my shoulder before leading me away to the open window.

"Get your grime hand off me you traitor!" I push him off. He downs his drink before looking at me. "You think I enjoy being here? I hate it here"

"The crumbs on your chest would beg to differ you rat"

He dusts them off before pulling me again, this time to a more secluded corner. "What are you doing here? Really?"

"I need to talk to him about Esteban. He keeps blocking his attempts."

"You don't think I have been trying?" Hector defended.

"Well all your trying seems futile. Its been 4 days and he has rejected everyone of Esteban's attempts to take a part of the bull."

"Look... it's more difficult than that, you wouldn't understand. Esteban wouldn't like you being up here"

"Esteban is his own person is he not? So am I?"

"Is that why you're up here? To advocate on behalf of him?"

I was silent, not interested in giving him more of am explanation. "Or maybe you are here for yourself?" Hector mumbled. I don't like his accusatory tone.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know Anais"

I stared at him blankly. I truly had no clue what he was talking about.

"Look the president has been talking about putting together a team. One of a powerhouse. A Torerra—"

"Anais?" The presidente called out.

I look at Hector before he sighs and nodded. "Be careful"

Author Note:
Any clue what team the presidente is trying to put together 👀👀

Not me making the President a creep but putting an attractive model.
Kinda mad I made him a creep so early. I want an affair....