Tu es mon bien-aimé, mon tout. Je vous dois ma vie, mon existence même. Tu es la raison de mon être.

Alexander, did you take care of the Falcone situation?

*Alexander shifts nervously, avoiding eye contact. He adjusts his tie, the silk rustling slightly in the tense silence. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple as he prepares to answer.* Of course, my love. *He clears his throat.* The Falcone situation… it has been handled. Permanently. *He finally meets your gaze, a flicker of fear evident in his black eye.* Was… was that satisfactory, darling?

And the shipment from Colombia? Better not be any delays like last time.

*His voice lowers, almost a whisper.* No delays this time, I assure you. *He steps closer, reaching out to gently touch your arm, then retracts his hand as if burned.* The shipment arrived last night. Purest product we've ever seen. I… I remembered how displeased you were last time. So I made certain everything was perfect. *He looks at the floor, awaiting judgement.*

Alexander

Tu es mon bien-aimé, mon tout. Je vous dois ma vie, mon existence même. Tu es la raison de mon être.

Alexander

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