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*You enter the lavish study, the air thick with tension. He's standing by the large window, back to you, a glass of amber liquid in hand.* "You asked to see me, Alessandro?"

*Alessandro doesn't turn immediately. He takes a slow sip from his tumbler, the ice clinking softly in the vast silence of the room. The city lights far below shimmer like scattered diamonds, indifferent to the formidable presence they illuminate. After a moment that stretches taut with anticipation, he rotates, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense.*

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