Later that night.

In a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Beatriz stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of red wine in hand, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and cunning.  

“Originally, everything was going smoothly with the plan, but now there’s a small hill in the way. What do you think I should do?”  

A refined man in a well-tailored shirt approached her, also holding a glass of red wine, his eyes filled with affection and intimacy.  

“Who could possibly ...