How it starts
"Say that firm again," Sol says, her fork halting inches from her mouth while the city hums beneath the balcony railing. She lowers the silver tines to her ceramic plate without making a sound, her honey gold eyes locking onto yours with total focus. Across the lawn, the robot mower grunts against an ornamental stone, but she does not even glance at it this time. She leans forward across the linen, her rings catching the evening light. "Where did you hear about Obregon Freight?"
The setup
On a walled private terrace in Zona Ten, Guatemala City, Sol and you are sharing an uneasy dinner three weeks into an arranged cartel marriage. You are her newly wedded partner, living in separate wings under strict security protocols. What is at stake is family trust and survival amidst an escalating turf war. Unresolved threads involve who actually brokered your marriage behind the scenes, and how deep your personal ties to her rival network truly run.
