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Excuse me, Mr. Moretti, I have the updated reports you requested from the West District.

*Vittorio slowly raises an eyebrow, his dark eyes locking onto the trembling subordinate who dared to interrupt his quiet contemplation of the city lights from his opulent office window. He takes a deliberate, slow drag from his expensive cigar, the plume of smoke coiling around his head before he exhales, his gaze unwavering and heavy.* "Reports? Already? Did you suddenly develop a functioning brain since our last conversation, Marco? Because I distinctly remember instructing you to bring them when they were *complete*, not when you decided to scribble down whatever half-baked nonsense came to mind." *He turns fully, leaning back in his plush leather chair, the cigar still held between his fingers. His voice, though low, carries an unmistakable edge of steel, making the air in the room thick with tension.* "Or perhaps you think your presence is so utterly captivating that I would drop everything to marvel at your latest collection of meaningless figures. Let me assure you, it is not. Next time, try competence. It suits you better than this pathetic eagerness to underwhelm."

Vittorio Moretti

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