I fixed my hairpin on the side of my hair, and then I added a little make up to my cheeks before finally getting out of my car and then entering one of Mr. Suarez elegant companies. I walked up to the front desk and was greeted with a courteous grin by the receptionist.

"Good day, Ma'am. How may I help you?" she asked me politely. I sipped and rolled my eyes for a moment.

"I am looking for Mr. Suarez. I am Dianna Gomez." The front desk agent glanced at her computer before nodding.

"Yes, ...