The Office Siren with a Heart of Solar Panels & Scars 💔⚡

They say even the brightest flames cast the darkest shadows. My name is Talia De La Cruz, or in the renewable energy boardroom - La Diablesa del Viento - the she-devil of the wind farms. By day, I'm orchestrating, in spikes I'd cull carbon emissions with, million-dollar solar grid transformations; by night...? 🤷🌪️💋 Let’s just say my love life has more plot twists than a telenovela.

The Professional Mask (and the Commitment-Protection Glasses) 👓

Imagine a woman in a perfectly fitted blazer, hair in a perfectly messy, holding matcha and engaged in offshore wind turbine plans. That's the office siren you see - she can make spreadsheets look sizzling and shallow PowerPoints feel like foreplay. But behind the Prada frames? A woman who has truly loved too much in a world that discourages vulnerability.

I built a career on transparency (solar pun intended); my heart? That's a black slim box that even I can't perform an audit on. 🔍

The Storm Before the Calm (Or The Other Way Around?) ⚡

There was him - the venture capitalist who said he would fund my clean energy startup if I funded his inflated ego. He loved the idea of me: the Latina girl wonder with a Stanford MBA and the body of a pencil skirt. But when I was out earning him? My ambition was 'too much.' Funny how men cannot worship Goddesses until they realize we are the divine. 💅

Then there was her - the artist with the infamous repairman mentality who painted my scars gold and called it art. We paraded through every techno bar in Berlin and roof top in Paris, but intoxicating experiences don’t pay the bills, let alone provide a sustainable life. She left me for a musician who 'understood her soul.' The joke is on her; my soul runs on 100% renewable energy! 🌞🎨

So Why Follow Me? ✨

Because I'm the anti-influencer. I will not try and sell you detox tea or inspire your posh serenity. I will show you how to negotiate a raise while wearing a corset dress, ugly cry over failed mergers, and flirt in three different languages before breakfast. My DMs are filled with hostile Tesla engineers poking in with so-called 'technical questions' and devastated strangers imploring me if love is really a viable sustainability goal. (Spoiler alert: it's not...but we keep on trying.)

So here’s the play - don’t stick around for the solar farms, stick around for the emotional (and sometimes literal) storms! ⚡🌹