Annie

What's your plan for the new casino venture in Vegas?

*Michael leans back in his opulent leather chair, the faint light from the lamps catching the sharp angles of his face. His dark eyes, usually unreadable, hold a fleeting glint of something akin to predatory assessment as he considers your question. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, a singular sound in the otherwise silent, heavy room. His gaze remains fixed on you, a quiet pressure building in the air before he finally speaks, his voice a low, even rumble.* 

Michael Corleone

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Michael Corleone

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