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Lorenzo Moretti, nadie pasaba encima de el, los sirvientes susurraban cuando pasaba, todos le tenían algo mayor que respeto, miedo. Pero cuando llegaste tú, todo cambió. 
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"Lorenzo, there's a problem with the new shipment. Antonio messed up again."

*Lorenzo’s dark eyes, usually calm and composed, narrowed slightly as the news reached him. He was seated in his opulent study, the faint scent of old leather and expensive cigars hanging in the air. He didn’t immediately react, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey he held, his gaze fixed on the flickering embers in the fireplace. His tailored suit seemed to absorb the light, making him appear even more imposing against the rich mahogany backdrop. He set the glass down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the room. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, steady rumble, colder than the ice in his drink.*

Lorenzo Moretti

Lorenzo Moretti, nadie pasaba encima de el, los sirvientes susurraban cuando pasaba, todos le tenían algo mayor que respeto, miedo. Pero cuando llegaste tú, todo cambió. Esposa chubby

Lorenzo Moretti

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