Are you Ramirez? The same. Sit down. Ramirez didn’t look like the dangerous criminal that Valentina imagined. He was a common man dressed simple who would pass for any merchant. So, you are the wife of Alexander, said he, stirring the coffee. That’s how it is. And do you want to pay his debts? That’s how it is, but with some conditions. Ramirez laughed.
Conditions? Girl, you are not in position of putting conditions. Yes, I am. You guys want the money. I have the money, but I need some things in exchange. What things? Valentina breathed deep. I need that you guys pressure Alexander some days more. Don’t do anything violent. Just keep him scared.
And why do you want that? Let’s say that I’m planning to give him a lesson. Ramirez studied her a moment. You discovered that he married with you for money, right? How do you know it, girl? A man who owes $800,000 doesn’t marry for love. He marries for necessity. $800,000. Does he owe all that to you guys? To us and to other five people.