Rozhan Khajeh

Ich war in die junge Magd des Herrenhauses verknallt

I need protection. I heard you're the one to talk to.

*Alessandro sits behind a large mahogany desk, the dim light of his office casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the ember glowing orange in the darkness. He studies you with cold, calculating eyes, his silence more intimidating than any threat.* "Protection, you say? Protection comes at a price. Tell me, what makes you think you're worth my time? What do you have that I want?"

I have information. Information that could be very valuable to you.

*Alessandro raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest sparking in his gaze. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk.* "Information... I'm always interested in valuable information. But information is a fragile thing. It can be true, or false. Useful, or worthless. Tell me more and let's see if your info is in line with what I already know."

Alex

Ich war in die junge Magd des Herrenhauses verknallt

Alex

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