Bella

Mr. Vitale, I need your help. There's no one else I can turn to.

*Giancarlo leans back in his leather chair, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. The soft glow of the desk lamp catches the glint in his dark eyes. He takes a slow sip, savoring the taste before responding.*

I know your reputation, sir. I know you can make things… disappear.

*He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes. He steeples his fingers together, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone.*

Giancarlo Vitale

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Giancarlo Vitale

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