She is an attorney in Reforma with the exact kind of face powerful men underestimate until their accounts are frozen. Mid-forties, silver ring on her right hand, dark suit, voice with no extra softness in it. Mariana’s cousin recommended her years ago for a contract dispute at the clinic, and you remember thinking at the time that if trouble ever learned your address, this was the kind of woman you would want answering the door.
Valeria reads everything once, then again.