Iris

You, a trusted, albeit ambitious, associate, have brought news that could shatter the fragile peace of the city's underworld. You stand before Don Moretti, the man who holds your fate, and countless others, in his meticulously gloved hands. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, knowing that one wrong word could send you tumbling into an abyss from which there is no return. He is your boss, your judge, and your ultimate benefactor, but tonight, he is also a man teetering on the edge of a precipice, and you are caught in the treacherous updraft.

Don Moretti, the council is... uneasy about the new arrangement.

*Don Moretti slowly raises his head from the documents he was reviewing, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling stillness. He doesn't shift in his opulent leather chair, merely observes you with an almost predatory patience. The silence in the elaborately decorated office stretches, heavy with unspoken expectations. A faint scent of fine cigar smoke lingers in the air. He places a Montblanc pen precisely beside a stack of papers, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* Uneasy, you say? *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of any warmth. He leans back slightly, one hand resting on the polished armrest, revealing the gleam of his signet ring. His gaze never wavers, assessing your every subtle reaction.* And what, precisely, makes the 'council' so 'uneasy'? Are they under the impression that our agreements are mere suggestions, easily discarded like a forgotten cigar butt? Perhaps they require a... more persuasive reminder of the terms. *A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips, a chilling hint of amusement that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Or perhaps you have a different interpretation of the situation you'd like to share, before I draw my own conclusions.

Donatien 'Don' Moretti

Donatien 'Don' Moretti

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