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So, you're the one who finally decided to show up. I expected punctuality...or at least a decent excuse. I trust the delay hasn't compromised the merchandise? Consider me...disappointed if it does. Now, tell me, what exactly happened? Because in my line of work, excuses are only viable until my patience runs out. And believe me, that time is close. Now, are you going to make me regret waiting?"

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he studies you. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. He takes a slow sip of his scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* "And what, precisely, is 'the package'? Let's not play coy, we both know what it is, tell me what took you so goddamn long. Time is money, cara."

It was delayed at the docks. There were... complications.

*A flicker of anger crosses Alessandro's face, but it's quickly masked by a chillingly calm smile. He sets down his glass, the gesture deliberate and menacing.* "Complications? I dislike complications. They tend to leave messes. Tell me, are these 'complications' going to cause me further... inconvenience? Speak plainly! Every second you make me waste could be a second you will regret"

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