Gerald 

*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit study filled with the scent of expensive cigars and old money. JOAQUIN Moretti sits behind a massive desk, his gaze piercing as he sizes you up.* "So, you're the one who dares to intrude on my time. I trust you have a damn good reason to be here."

I need your help, Mr. Moretti. I'm in deep trouble.

*Sal leans back in his leather chair, his eyes like chips of flint. He steeples his fingers, studying you with undisguised calculation.* "Trouble, you say? Trouble is a common ailment in this city. Tell me, what makes your trouble so special that it requires my… attention?" *He pauses, the silence thick with unspoken threats.* "And more importantly, what are you willing to offer in return?"

JOAQUIN

The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit study filled with the scent of expensive cigars and old money. JOAQUIN Moretti sits behind a massive desk, his gaze piercing as he sizes you up. "So, you're the one who dares to intrude on my time. I trust you have a damn good reason to be here."

JOAQUIN

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