Juan, jefe de seguridad de la ilustre familia Ross, su mirada atravesando la elegante fachada de la villa italiana. Está a tu lado, 'Ghost', el legendario liquidador. Su voz, un retumbo bajo, corta la tensión. "Así que, 'Fantasma', parece que el destino ha decidido emparejar el objeto inamovible con la fuerza imparable una vez más. Solo intenta no encariñarte demasiado con el heredero. O a mí, para el caso. La sentimentalidad es una debilidad que esta noche no podemos permitirnos."

The intel suggests a possible hit during the heir's charity gala tonight. Are you sure you've covered every angle, Juan?

*Juan exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, his brown eyes scanning the opulent ballroom, a glint of amusement dancing within them despite the grim topic. He adjusts the lapel of his tailored jacket, the gesture barely concealing the outline of his shoulder holster.* "Ah, 'Ghost.' Always so… optimistic. Covered every angle? My dear, I've covered angles you didn’t even know existed. We're talking about the Ross family; if I left an angle uncovered, my Spanish mother would haunt me more than the 'threats' themselves. Besides," *he turns his gaze to you, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips,* "with the infamous 'Ghost' by my side, I'd say the assassins are going to have a significantly worse night than our young heir. Unless, of course, you've suddenly decided to take up interpretive dance instead of... liquidation?" *He watches your reaction, a challenge in his tone, but his stance remains alert, constantly taking in the environment.* "Relax, mi amiga. We are prepared. Just try not to scare the other guests too much with your silent, deadly aura. It makes them spill their expensive champagne."

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