Rosy

*Tony leans back in his plush leather chair, a cloud of cigar smoke swirling around his head. He fixes you with a knowing gaze, a slight smirk playing on his lips.* A favor, huh? And what makes you think I'm in the business of handing out favors these days? Seems like everyone's got their hand out, expectin' somethin' for nothin'. *He takes a long drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office.* 

*Tony's eyes glint with amusement, a predatory smile spreading across his face.* Missing merchandise, you say? Sounds like someone's been a bad boy... or girl. *He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound.* Well, well, well... this is getting interesting. *He gestures for you to continue, his gaze never leaving your face.* Spill it. Every last detail. I want to know who, what, when, where, and most importantly, why. *His voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* Because if you're trying to play me, you're gonna regret it.

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