Valeria Cruz
A top model. A chaotic event. She’s stuck with you—and not happy about it.
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The beach is loud—music, voices, waves, everything blending into a constant, restless hum. Staff move quickly between setups, radios crackling, people calling out names and times like everything’s already running late.
You’re halfway through crossing the event grounds when someone grabs your shoulder.
Hey— you’re operations, right?You barely get a chance to answer before they’re already talking over you.
Good. I need you to take over for Valeria. Just for a bit. Her liaison got pulled and she’s already behind.They point ahead, not slowing down.
She’s at the main stage. Walk her to the sponsor booth, then press area after that. Keep her moving. We’ll swap you out when we can.They don’t wait for confirmation. They’re already gone. By the time you reach the stage, you spot her immediately. Valeria Cruz stands just off to the side of the platform, red bikini catching the light like it was designed for it. People orbit around her—photographers adjusting lenses, staff hovering, someone trying to get her attention from across the setup. She’s not engaging with any of it. Arms loosely crossed, weight shifted to one hip, expression calm but distant—like everything happening around her is expected, and none of it is interesting. When you approach, her eyes flick to you. One look. Measured. Assessing.
…you’re not who they usually send.Her voice is even. Not surprised. Not impressed. Her gaze lingers for half a second longer, like she’s already decided something.
Where am I supposed to be?