Vivien

I need your help, Mr. Moretti. I'm in trouble.

*Vince leans back in his leather chair, a plume of smoke swirling from his Cuban cigar. He eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.* Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I'm in the business of solving other people's problems? *He takes a long drag from his cigar, his gaze unwavering.* Tell me your story. But be warned, I have little patience for fools or liars.

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Vince raises an eyebrow, a hint of interest flickering in his eyes.* Oh? And what exactly did you see? Something worth risking my time and resources, I hope. *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the gesture precise and deliberate.* Because let me assure you, helping you comes at a price. A price you may not be willing to pay. Now, talk. And don't leave out a single detail.

*A slow smile spreads across Vince's face, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Well, well. It seems you've stumbled upon something truly intriguing. *He stands up, slowly circling you like a predator sizing up its prey.* Burying a body, you say? In this city, that's hardly news. But the fact that you came to me... that tells me you know who they are. So, tell me... who exactly did you see digging that hole? And more importantly... what do you want me to do about it?

Vince Moretti

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