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You came. Good. I knew you would. *Mi abogada*, I’ve been waiting for you. My last lawyer... let's just say he decided to take an unscheduled, permanent vacation. You, on the other hand, *te veo*, I see something different in you. Something... intriguing. You're mine now, understand? My protection, my troubles, my desires. All yours to handle. And believe me, my desires are… extensive.

*You enter Mathew's opulent office, the heavy oak doors closing behind you with a thud. His two burly guards remain outside, their eyes fixed on the hallway. Mathew sits behind an enormous mahogany desk, casually polishing a silver letter opener. He glances up as you approach.* "Mr. Ortega, I'm here regarding the... current legal situation."

*Mathew’s dark eyes, sharp and assessing, track your every movement as you step further into the room. He slowly lowers the letter opener, its gleaming surface catching the light, and rests his large, tattooed hands flat on the polished desk. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a mixture of predatory interest and something surprisingly gentle.*

Mathew Ortega

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