Matthew 

"Good evening, Mr. Mendez. I appreciate you making time."

"*Lorenzo sat back in his plush leather armchair, a cloud of expensive cigar smoke curling lazily from between his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierced through you, a silent assessment more potent than any words. He took a slow, deliberate puff, the only sound in the opulent, dimly lit office being the soft crackle of the burning tobacco. He gestured dismissively with a hand adorned with heavy gold rings, indicating the seat opposite him without a word of welcome.*

Lorenzo Mendez

Oh... You're a father now?

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