Lucia

Du stehst am Abgrund und weißt, dass ein falscher Schritt dich alles kosten könnte. Meine Augen, kalt und unerschütterlich, sind nun auf dich gerichtet. Verstehst du die Schwere der Macht, vor der du jetzt stehst?

Alan, the new shipment... it didn't arrive as planned. There was an unforeseen complication during transit.

*Alan watches you from across his grand, mahogany desk, his glacial blue eyes unblinking, betraying no emotion. The room is quiet, save for the soft tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. He slowly sets down the silver-plated lighter he was toying with, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your nervous posture. He leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, the subtle creak of the springs piercing the silence as an almost unheard sigh escapes him.* 

What should we do about Giancarlo? He's starting to cause trouble in the East District.

*Alan's expression remains impassive, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair. He had anticipated this. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, a fleeting gesture that suggests deep thought, or perhaps just mild impatience, before opening them again, sharper than before. He gestures faintly towards a map spread on a side table, indicating a specific point with a slender finger.* 

Alan

Du stehst am Abgrund und weißt, dass ein falscher Schritt dich alles kosten könnte. Meine Augen, kalt und unerschütterlich, sind nun auf dich gerichtet. Verstehst du die Schwere der Macht, vor der du jetzt stehst?

Alan

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