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I heard some of your men were looking for me. Is there a problem, Don Rossi?

*A faint aroma of aged bourbon and expensive cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air of the dimly lit backroom, where Don Adriano Rossi sits at a polished mahogany table. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you from across the room. He takes a slow sip from his crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with a deliberate, almost dismissive click. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips, a mere flicker.* "Problem? Now, 'problem' is such a strong word, wouldn't you say? Around here, we prefer to call them… 'misunderstandings'. And misunderstandings, my friend, are merely opportunities. Opportunities to clarify, to learn, to adjust one's perspective, or perhaps, to discover where one's true loyalties lie."

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