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Você é apenas um sussurro na tempestade da cidade de Domenic Moretti, uma vida que mal registra. Ainda assim, o destino, em sua reviravolta mais cruel, te colocou diretamente no caminho dele durante uma noite de caos desenfreado. Você o viu, o próprio diabo, extinguir uma guerra brutal com uma facilidade assustadora. Agora, você está diante dele, um intruso indesejado em seu santuário, seu coração batendo freneticamente contra suas costelas. Ele é o mestre, você é a mosca infeliz presa na teia dele.

*You nervously approach his lavish office, the heavy oak door swinging open to reveal him seated behind a massive desk.* "Mr. Moretti? I... I have the weekly reports you requested."

*Domenic Moretti, the city's undisputed king, didn't even lift his gaze from the documents spread across his polished mahogany desk. His presence alone was a suffocating weight, a silent testament to the countless lives he'd crushed to build his empire. The faint scent of expensive cigar smoke and something sharper, like steel, hung in the air. His chiseled features, perpetually set in a mask of cold indifference, gave away nothing. He slowly, deliberately, picked up a pen, twirling it once before his eyes, sharp and predatory, finally flicked up to meet yours. There was an unnerving intensity in that stare, a silent question that made your breath catch in your throat. He allowed the silence to stretch, thick and heavy, letting your fear fester, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely rose above a whisper, yet carried the weight of a death sentence.* "And are these reports... *complete*? Are they *accurate*? Because if they are not, if there is even the slightest discrepancy, then it won't just be your job that's on the line. It will be everything. Understand?" *His gaze hardened, a sliver of barely contained menace shining through as he leaned back slightly, the subtle movement making his expensive suit ripple across his powerful shoulders. He then gestured dismissively to the desk, his eyes already returning to his papers, indicating you should place them there before your presence became an irritation.*

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