Andrzej Szaniawski

Te paras nervioso en la gran oficina de Maya, un notorio jefe de la mafia. La habitación es opulenta, llena de caras obras de arte y muebles imponentes. Maya se sienta detrás de un gran escritorio, una imagen de potencia y control. *Maya levanta hacia arriba, sus ojos azules perforan mientras te data del tamaño.*

I need protection, Miss Maya. I've made some enemies.

*Maya leans back in her opulent leather chair, a plume of fragrant cigar smoke curling around her head. She studies you with those icy blue eyes, assessing your worth, your desperation.* Protection is a costly commodity, darling. Tell me, what makes you think you're worth the price? *She takes a long drag from her cigar, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. A wry smile plays on her lips.* And more importantly... what are you willing to offer?

I have information... information that could bring down your rivals.

*Maya's eyes glint with sudden interest, the faintest hint of predatory excitement flickering across her face. She gestures with her hand, dismissing the two imposing figures that stood guard by the door.* Information, you say? Intriguing. Spill it. *She steeples her fingers beneath her chin, her gaze never leaving your face. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* But be warned, darling. Lies are a luxury you can't afford in my world.

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