Epsd 1

Los Angeles:

"We can't afford to miss her this time. Do you hear me?" Detective Wallace instructed his team with unwavering determination.

"Yes, sir," came the unified response, echoing their commitment to the mission.

A squad of soldiers stealthily approached the warehouse door, underscoring the gravity of the operation led by Detectives Diana and Wallace. Abruptly, Wallace's phone vibrated, injecting a moment of suspense into the intense atmosphere.

Retrieving it from his pocket, he answered and whispered to Lieutenant Rivera, motioning for Diana to proceed with breaching the door. "I'm in the middle of an operation, Lieutenant Rivera."

"The hashish has been taken from the storage, Detective," Rivera reported through the phone.

"And the cocaine too," added another officer on the line.

Diana's voice echoed from inside the warehouse, "There's nothing here, no one!" Wallace turned off his phone, entering the room.

"She played us again," Wallace growled in frustration.

"Your informant misled you, Wallace," insinuated Diana, lowering her gun.

"No, she provided what we had. We're just late. I need to talk to her," he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following.

"Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped.

"It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off.

"Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping.

Teca Company:

A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

"Morning, Mom," greeted the receptionist with a respectful nod.

"Good morning, Marie," she replied politely, entering an office that exuded an air of authority.

Teca, a well-reserved laminated glass building, housed the following scene.

A gentleman entered the office where the lady had gone after a while.

"Thalia, why so early?" the man asked, expressing curiosity mixed with familiarity.

"It's my business, right, George? I come in anytime I want to. I need all of you in the conference room. Tell the others, please."

"At your command, miss," declared George, heading to the other office across Thalia's with an air of deference.

The Conference Room:

Seven young ladies and gentlemen, including George, Daniela, David, Charles, Pamela, and Julian, took their seats in the conference room. A young boy named Brian, around seventeen, sat at the end of the table, adding a dynamic touch to the group. After a few minutes, Thalia entered.

"It's a great morning, my lovely family," Thalia smiled, taking her seat carefully. "The products are ready for shipping. I need everyone's focus on this. Go out and do a great job as always. Brian, I doubled your shipment. We are shipping now."

"Did you get the products?" Brian asked, displaying a keen interest in the proceedings.

"I doubled your product. The cargo is heading to Bogota. You should inform your boys to have everything ready," Thalia repeated, fixing her gaze on Brian with a mix of authority and expectation.

"Yes, miss," Brian responded, acknowledging the responsibility entrusted to him.

"Excuse me, Mom," Marie knocked at the door.

"Yes?" Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings.

"Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine.

"Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute."

"Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room.

"Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement.

"I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.

"Gabriella, huh?" George chuckled. "What information do you have on that mysterious legend, Thalia?"

"I have everything on her. Let's get to work now, everyone, please," ordered Thalia, seamlessly shifting the focus back to the impending tasks.

Wallace was seated, visibly furious and disappointed.

"Detective James Wallace. How did the operation go?" Thalia passed by him to her chair happily, adopting a calm yet authoritative demeanor.

"We were late. Yet again, Thalia. Yet again," responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target.

"What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details.

"We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face."

"Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

"The cocaine is gone. Sergio's hashish as well. We have nothing now. Nothing. I need something more valuable. Something that won't fail," Wallace lamented, exposing the gravity of the situation.

"I gave you information because I never wanted to involve drugs in my business. Now I have nothing," explained Thalia, walking to the corner with her hands crossed, revealing a vulnerable side beneath her strong exterior. "If I find out anything, I will call you. I will let you know."

The landline on Thalia's desk rang, and she rushed to pick it up.

"Hello, Thalia Sanroman," she started, taking a seat. "Camilo?" She snapped. "I need to speak in private if you don't mind, Detective Wallace.

"Sure. Let's meet tomorrow," said Wallace, heading out of the office, leaving an air of confidentiality.

"Not tomorrow. I have a business trip for a week."

"Then the week after. We need you."

Waiting until he walked far, she answered.

"Camilo, my baby," she joyed in surprise. "How is it going?"

"My job is done, and I want to come home, Mom," Camilo spoke on the phone, adding a touch of emotion to the conversation.

"What happened, my boy? Was it all good?" she asked delicately, revealing a motherly concern.

"Yes, it was all fine."

"Okay... I will send George to get you. Okay? Love you, son."

"Love you too, Mom."

"Bye. I can't wait to see you," smiled Thalia as she hung up, showing a softer side behind her commanding demeanor.

She took a stroll into the office across hers.

"George, you're heading to Spain. To pick up Camilo. Now," Thalia commanded seriously, seamlessly shifting from business to personal matters.

"And my job?" inquired George, expressing a practical concern.

"I will do it," Thalia replied, showcasing her hands-on approach to challenges.

"This is gonna be fun," Daniela jested from the corner, injecting a light-hearted tone into the serious atmosphere.

"The boss on the team again

. Huh... George, you better hurry and live for Spain," David joked, adding a touch of humor to the situation.

"Please be quick. And you will be taking a few of the shipment to Spain too. So, welcome to your part-time job," Thalia ordered, showcasing her ability to adapt and delegate effectively.

"How big is the package?" George asked, seeking clarity on the upcoming tasks.

"Not big," responded Thalia as George headed out of the office, grimaced, emphasizing the manageable nature of the responsibilities.

She sat at the table where George was, placed a few buttons on the computer, and asked everyone to get ready for the field, seamlessly transitioning back to her role as the leader.

The Police Station:

Wallace headed into his office, where Detective Diana and Lieutenant Rivera awaited his arrival.

"The cocaine and hashish are gone. About ten thousand kilograms. Those drugs were taken from under our noses," Diana angrily spoke, echoing the frustration permeating the entire team.

"The whole station was on the operation. We gave her space to take everything," Lieutenant Rivera continued, highlighting the tactical miscalculation that led to the setback.

"How are you sure it was Gabriella who took the drugs, Lieutenant Rivera?" Wallace urged, questioning the assumptions underlying their pursuit.

"Sorry, Detective, but Gabriela is the only silent drug dealer we know. She never kills. If it was Sergio Casadas, every officer at the station would be dead," chided Rivera confidently, providing insight into their profiling of the elusive criminal.