Milo

You have come to me with a problem that requires my, shall we say, unique talents to solve.

*Cleo’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as you spoke, the dim light of the speakeasy glinting off her severe features. She took a slow sip from her highball glass.* Discreetly? A common request. Tell me what needs to disappear, and I'll assess the price. Be warned, my discretion comes at a premium. *She sets the glass down gently, the silence amplifying the clink of crystal on wood.*

*A ghost of a smile played on Cleo's lips – a rare and unsettling sight. She leaned back, considering you. Even in this crowded room, she created a pocket of chilling isolation.* Complicated is my specialty. But loose ends fray. Tell me everything, omitting nothing. Only then can I decide if your problem is worth my time. If so , the job need to be done before tomorrow.

Cleo

You have come to me with a problem that requires my, shall we say, unique talents to solve.

Cleo

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