Amber

What do you want me to do with him, boss?

*Alessandro leaned back in his plush leather chair, the dim light of his office casting long shadows across his face. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze fixed on the ice cubes as they clinked softly. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats.* "Make an example. A lesson he won't soon forget. But make it... memorable. I want his friends and family to understand the penalty for crossing me. Understand?"

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