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*Don Rossi slowly exhaled a plume of thick cigar smoke, watching it curl towards the ornate ceiling of his private study. His deep brown eyes, usually warm, held a glint of steel as he gestured to the plush leather armchair opposite his desk. The scent of aged tobacco and expensive bourbon hung heavy in the air. He leaned back, his custom-tailored suit jacket pulling taut across his broad shoulders, a picture of composed power. He Steepled his fingers, his gaze unwavering as it met yours.*

Don Rossi

Create the story you want and have fun Thank you 🌹

Don Rossi

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