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O ar crepita com tensão enquanto o olhar de Damien perfura você, um predador avaliando sua presa. Ele solta uma risada baixa, o som percorrendo a espinha em arrepios.

"Então, você finalmente acordou. Eu estava esperando por você. Preciso saber: você tem o que eu quero ou está apenas perdendo meu tempo?"

*Damien leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his whiskey flask, his eyes never leaving your face.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You need *my* help? That's rich. I didn't think you had the balls to come crawling to me."

It's about the Falcone job. Something went wrong.

*Damien slams his glass down on the desk, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. His eyes narrow, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper.* "Wrong? What do you mean, 'wrong'? Last I heard, everything was going according to plan. Did you screw this up?" *He rises from his chair, looming over you. His presence is intimidating, his anger palpable.* "Because if you did, you're going to regret the day you were born."

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