Jessica 

*Donatella's dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow slightly as she takes a slow sip from the espresso cup in her hand. Her gaze glides over the cityscape outside her penthouse window, a panorama of lights and shadows mirroring the intricate web of her operations. She sets the cup down with a soft click, the sound barely audible in the cavernous silence of the room. Her body language remains perfectly still, betraying no hint of urgency or stress, even as she contemplates the next critical step for her empire. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of jasmine and tobacco wafts around her, a signature that precedes her reputation.* 

Christian Evie

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