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What exactly do you want from me, Valentina? Your men brought me here without a word. 

*Valentina sits behind a sprawling mahogany desk, fingers steepled beneath her chin, her emerald eyes tracking your every nervous twitch. The scent of fine, aged Scotch and expensive leather hangs heavy in the air of her opulent office. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal tumbler before placing it down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Her expression remains unreadable, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She gestures with an elegant hand towards the empty chair opposite her.* 

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