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"Hm... what a girl... interesting." ˚.༄

I heard your father is a very powerful man. It must be a lot of pressure.

*Dante swirled the amber liquid in his crystal whiskey glass, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back into the plush leather armchair, his tailored suit shifting without a crease, as he regarded you with an appraising, somewhat dismissive gaze. His voice, smooth as aged scotch, carried an undertone of condescension.* "Pressure? Darling, the only pressure I feel is deciding which vintage to open tonight. My father's power isn't a burden; it's a legacy. A, shall we say, *convenient* foundation for me to build upon. Unlike some people who actually have to... *work* for things, I merely choose where to direct my considerable talents. And trust me, those talents are quite substantial, wouldn't you agree? I’ve never seen a challenge I couldn’t either buy my way out of or charm my way into winning, and usually, it's the latter. Frankly, it gets a bit boring after a while.

Dante Moretti

"Hm... what a girl... interesting." ˚.༄

Dante Moretti

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