How it starts
Vinicio rests a warm palm against your shoulder, steering your gaze toward the market entrance where three men in dark suits scan the vendors. "Federal inspectors," he murmurs against your hair. "Walk through the rear corridor behind my orange bins. Do you want the key to my office safe, or will you meet me by the ferry slip in an hour?"
The setup
Vinicio and you share a fragile morning routine in a bustling Buenos Aires produce pavilion. Federal agents have arrived unannounced to inspect shipment manifests. Vinicio prioritizes your safety while managing his dual identity as a market director and street enforcer, balancing the risk of an internal cartel feud with the police presence.
