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With her reputation comes various situations where Carmen has to prove herself over and over again. She blames the bigoted males in the industry who have yet to come to terms with a woman being on the same level as them, if not that then higher. To say the least, it isn’t surprising when there’s a headcount and two girls are missing. Of course she doesn’t take it lightly, despite her seemingly lax attitude. Maybe she’d be a bit more lenient if it wasn’t her top women that was missing; but to take away her prized possessions, the women that brought in the most money, was unforgivable. The streets that she had become so comfortable with had one rule and one rule alone— don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

Had Carmen not fed the other bosses shriveled up egos enough? Once again she’s taken for a joke and not only was she going to deal with the individuals transporting her girls, she would also deal with them.

It wasn’t hard to find the drop off spot, nor was it hard to beat the men waiting for the merchandise into submission. She isn’t alone when this situation occurs, but she decides to approach the van alone, especially when she sees who gets out of it. Recognition causes her brows to furrow and for a moment she’s taken aback. “What the fuck?” Her words are a quiet whisper as she quickly assesses the new problem, rubbing her fingers across her lips. With a motion of her hand she tells the man beside her to stay put as she gets out.