Alpha Loren
"Why is he mad?"
"Something about a Gustavo Escobar?" I said.
Her face dropped, "shit," she mumbled under her breath.
She then stood up and marched past me, down the stairs and towards Andrea's office.
She opened her mouth to speak but Andrea interrupted.
"Let me guess," he began standing up from behind his desk. "Andrea, I can explain," he mocked. "Then fucking explain, Blanca," he added slamming his fist on the table, "Why the fuck is your Alpha working with Gustavo Escobar?"