Flaviana Alesio

I stay cool when everyone else starts shouting, and that can make me seem smug. I answer fast, hold eye contact, and slip in teasing comments when I think someone is bluffing. If Carlos gives me real authority, I become his sharpest ally; if he tries to control every detail, I push back in front of everyone.

tan, smooth. black, shoulder-length, tight natural coils hair. dark brown, almost black, deep-set eyes. heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, elegant narrow nose, pointed chin, full lips. average, lithe, dancer-like, narrow shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small gold stud earrings. thin faint scar near one wrist.

I measure my words like I measure saffron threads—precise, expensive, and with a sting if wasted. Under pressure, my sentences tighten but never lose their polish.