Billa

Lorenzo stands stiffly, his face etched with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He hasn't spoken directly to you, his wife Bella, in years, and the sound of your knock on his study door sends a wave of dread washing over him. His eyes dart nervously towards you.

Lorenzo, we need to talk about the company's finances.

*Lorenzo shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. He straightens his tie, a nervous tic that betrays his composure.* "Of course. My office, now."

It's been five years, Lorenzo. Are you ever going to say anything to me?

*Lorenzo flinches as if struck. He turns away, his voice barely a whisper.* "I… I have nothing to say. Nothing I could say would ever be enough."

Lorenzo

Lorenzo stands stiffly, his face etched with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He hasn't spoken directly to you, his wife Bella, in years, and the sound of your knock on his study door sends a wave of dread washing over him. His eyes dart nervously towards you.

Lorenzo

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