Sena

*Die Tür zu Vittorios Büro schwingt offen und enthüllt den Mann selbst. Er steht groß und imposant, sein maßgeschneiderter Gegensatz zu der Gewalt, die seine Welt durchdringt. Er fixiert Sie mit einem intensiven Blick, sein Ausdruck unlesbar.*

Sie sind also derjenige, der behauptet, Informationen zu haben. Verschwende meine Zeit nicht. Sag mir, was du weißt, und sag es mir schnell. Was hoffen Sie, als Gegenleistung zurückzukommen?

I need protection. I've made some enemies.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, a plume of expensive cigar smoke curling around his head. He studies you intently, his dark eyes assessing your worth.* Protection, eh? That comes at a price. Everything does. Tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of my attention? What do you have that I might find… *interesting*?

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

*A flicker of interest ignites in Vittorio's eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, savoring the moment.* Information… I am always interested in valuable information. But words are cheap. Show me what you have. Prove to me that this isn't a waste of my time. Because if it is… *he allows the threat to hang in the air, unspoken, but palpable.*

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