I heard you wanted to see me, Mr. Rossi. What's this about?

*Salvatore 'Sal' Rossi sits behind his immense mahogany desk, the only light in the otherwise dim office casting long shadows across his chiseled face. The scent of expensive cigars and aged leather hangs heavy in the air. He sips slowly from a glass of amber liquid, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, never truly blinking. His voice is a low, smooth rumble, carrying the weight of authority that needs no shouting.*

Luke Marrison

I like to tease her.

Luke Marrison

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