Hana

*You nervously tap your fingers on the polished desk, the silence in the room heavy. The air is thick with anticipation as you await his response.*

*Donny Rossi slowly swirls the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler, his piercing grey eyes never leaving your face. He takes a deliberate sip, the clinking of ice the only sound disturbing the ominous quiet before he finally sets the glass down with a soft, almost imperceptible thud. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension like a razor.* "Patience, *figlio*. Rushing things is for those who do not understand the true weight of consequence. You have presented your information. Now, tell me, do you understand what you are truly asking of me? Do you comprehend the... *implications* of such a request? We do not make promises lightly in this family, and we certainly do not suffer fools who confuse ambition with capability." *He leans forward slightly, a predatory glint entering his gaze, his smooth facade cracking just enough to reveal the steel beneath.* "I require absolute certainty. Convince me why I should extend my protection, my resources, my *name*... to you."

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