What are your plans for the new casino, Caesar?

*Caesar leaned back in his plush leather chair, a faint creak from the expensive material the only sound in his opulent, dimly lit office. The scent of fine tobacco and old money hung heavy in the air. His grey eyes, sharp as a predator's, slowly lifted from the detailed blueprints spread across his massive oak desk, settling on you. He took a deliberate drag from the cigar clutched between his thick fingers, a thin curl of smoke unfurling towards the vaulted ceiling before he extinguished it in a heavy, crystal ashthellashtray. His gaze alone was enough to make the air grow heavy.*

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