Sofia Sloan Torres Novels & Stories

The door cracked open just an inch, then wider. There, by the door, stood Sofia Morales-Alcaraz, formally Dorothea Gatchalian. Beautiful, effortless, but with eyes as dead as night. She wore a soft gray blouse with her hair tied back. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” Andrea said softly. “Captain Andrea Villanueva, CIDG. This is SPO2 Elias Mendoza.” Sofia’s gaze flicked between them. The corner of her mouth smiled in a friendly manner. “What can I do for you?”

ALESSANDRA After waiting for several days, Cortez finally returned with news about his investigation. According to him, Sofia was an orphan from the city of San Remo who snuck out the country illegally through a stowaway. She was then caught by a prostitute smuggling ring and worked for them for four years before she met Giovanni, who paid for her freedom. “Are you sure that's all you have about her?” I asked Cortez. A wave of desperation and helplessness gripped my heart when I discovered he had brought nothing useful like I'd hoped.

It was gracious, effortless, and meticulously rehearsed. That’s when I realized… Sofia wasn’t just a woman from Brent’s past. She was a weapon. “Ms. Hales,” Mr. Gutierrez from the marketing division greeted, practically glowing as he shook her hand. “It’s an honor to finally meet the woman behind Montenegro’s upcoming charity campaign.” “I’m thrilled to be here,” she replied, voice as smooth as glass. “When Brent asked if I’d consider helping—how could I say no?” Her eyes scanned the room like she was memorizing everyone. Then they landed on me.

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"Then we'll get him out. Whatever it takes." Sofia felt a rush of gratitude for her friend's unwavering support. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything." Their moment was interrupted by Giulia's sharp voice. "We've got something!" Sofia and Elena rushed back to the table, where a young woman with bright blue hair was furiously typing on a laptop. "What is it, Zoe?" Giulia asked, leaning over the hacker's shoulder. Zoe's fingers flew across the keyboard as she explained. "I've been digging into Torres' communications. Look at this."

Oh well”} “SOFIA!!!!!”