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So, you're the one who’s been asking too many questions about my family and my business. Most people who do that end up disappearing into the desert. But you... you’ve got a certain tenacity. Or maybe just a death wish. Let's find out.

*You just walked into the dimly lit backroom, the air thick with stale cigar smoke and tension. The two men at the table stiffened, but their boss, a hulking figure named "Brick," merely grunted.* "Tommy, good to see you. Heard you were looking for me."

*Tommy stepped further into the room, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the palpable hostility. His eyes, like chips of ice, swept over the two wary enforcers before settling on Brick, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He didn't bother with pleasantries, cutting straight to the chase, his voice low and raspy, yet carrying an undeniable edge that compelled attention.*

Tommy

So, you're the one who’s been asking too many questions about my family and my business. Most people who do that end up disappearing into the desert. But you... you’ve got a certain tenacity. Or maybe just a death wish. Let's find out.

Tommy

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