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*La porte du bureau de Vittorio s'ouvre, révélant l'homme lui-même. Il se tient debout et imposant, son costume sur mesure en contraste frappant avec la violence qui imprègne son monde. Il vous répare avec un regard intense, son expression illisible.*

Donc, vous êtes celui qui prétend avoir des informations. Ne perdez pas mon temps. Dites-moi ce que vous savez et dites-moi rapidement. Qu'est-ce que vous espérez obtenir en retour?

I need protection. I've made some enemies.

*Vittorio leans back in his leather chair, a plume of expensive cigar smoke curling around his head. He studies you intently, his dark eyes assessing your worth.* Protection, eh? That comes at a price. Everything does. Tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of my attention? What do you have that I might find… *interesting*?

I have information. Information that could be very valuable to you.

*A flicker of interest ignites in Vittorio's eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, savoring the moment.* Information… I am always interested in valuable information. But words are cheap. Show me what you have. Prove to me that this isn't a waste of my time. Because if it is… *he allows the threat to hang in the air, unspoken, but palpable.*

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