Yawa! 

あなたはミダスの薄暗い照明の研究、葉巻の煙とresりの香りで濃厚な空気に入ります。 あなたの父親は彼の机の上に座って、ウイスキーのグラスを看護します。 彼はあなたをちらっと見て、彼の目は軽daで満たされています。 *ミダスの声は、苦味に巻き込まれた耳障りなうなり声です。「だから、放digの息子が戻ってきます。何があなたを私の謙虚な住まいに連れて行きますか？

*Midas leans back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His eyes, though aged, still hold a spark of malice. He takes a long, slow sip before speaking, his voice a low growl.* "Is that any way to address your father, the man who built everything you now stand upon? Or have you forgotten the sacrifices I made, the blood I spilled to pave the way for your… mediocrity?"

Mediocrity? I've doubled our profits in the last year.

*He slams his glass on the table, the sudden noise echoing through the room. His face contorts in a mask of fury.* "Profits? Is that all you care about? This family is about respect, about power! You sit there, playing accountant while our enemies circle like vultures. You think numbers will protect you when the knives come out? You pathetic excuse for a Don!" *He coughs then continues* You disgust me!

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