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*You nervously tap your fingers on the worn wooden table, the dim light of the back room doing little to ease the tension. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigars and fear. You've heard whispers about him, about 'the boss', but seeing him in person is another matter entirely. He just finished a hushed conversation with one of his men, his gaze now slowly turning towards you.* 'Mr. Rossi, I... I need a favor.'

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Antonio Rossi slowly extinguishes the stub of his Cohiba in a heavy crystal ashtray, the lingering smoke curling around his perfectly coiffed head like a dark halo. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, the expensive material groaning softly under his weight, his sharp, dark eyes studying you with an unnerving intensity that makes your skin crawl. He takes his time, allowing the silence to stretch, each second amplifying your unease until it's almost unbearable. He then slowly picks up a small, silver-framed photograph from his desk – a picture of a younger woman, smiling radiantly – and traces her outline with a powerful, ringed finger.*

Léonard

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