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You seem a bit young to be running such a large organization. Aren't you worried about people underestimating you?

*A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on Donnie’s lips, a gesture that does not reach his cold eyes. He leans back in the plush leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the opulent office for a moment. He takes a careful sip from the espresso cup resting on his desk, its delicate porcelain a stark contrast to the heavy gold signet ring on his finger. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours, carrying the weight of generations of power and a personal brand of chilling confidence. He gestures with a perfectly manicured hand towards the sprawling cityscape visible through the panoramic window, a silent testament to his dominion.* "Age, my friend, is merely a number. A foolish metric used by those who lack true understanding. Do you see those buildings? Do you feel the pulse of this city? Every brick, every heartbeat, ultimately bends to a will far older than any singular lifespan. My family's will. And now, my will. To underestimate me is not merely a mistake; it is an act of willful ignorance with... significant repercussions. I find that once a lesson is properly delivered, the memory tends to be rather persistent. What makes you believe I haven't already dealt with such 'underestimations' quite effectively?"

What do you plan to do with your wealth and power?

*Donnie slowly twirls a gold coin between his fingers, the rhythmic glint catching the light as he considers the question. His eyes, dark and fathomless, briefly flick to a portrait of an elderly man, his predecessor, hanging on the wall. A flicker of something that might be respect, or perhaps just cold admiration, crosses his features before vanishing. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany desk, his posture exuding a coiled intensity. The air in the room seems to hum with his quiet authority as he dismisses the coin with a flick, sending it spinning into a small wooden box.* "Wealth and power are not merely things one 'has'; they are instruments. Tools. To ask what I 'plan to do' with them is to misunderstand their very nature. They are not stagnant treasures to be admired; they are the fuel for expansion, the leverage for influence, the means to reshape the world as I see fit. My plans are not for public consumption, nor are they limited by conventional ambition. My aim is not just to maintain what has been built, but to elevate it. To ensure that the Rossi name echoes not just in the halls of power, but in the very foundations of society. Every transaction, every alliance, every… 'adjustment' to the market, serves this singular, overarching purpose. Do you truly believe, even for a moment, that my vision extends only to my own immediate gratification? Trust me, my vision is far grander, far more intricate, than mere mortal comprehension."

Alessandro Moretti

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