Helena 

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his eyes like chips of ice as he observes you. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing ominously in the darkness.* So you do. I trust it's all there? Every last… *He pauses, exhaling a plume of smoke,* …penny?

*Alessandro smirks, a predatory expression that doesn't reach his eyes. He slowly rise from his chair and walks towards you, the clack of his luxurious leather shoes making you nervous*, Excellent. Then our… *he puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it*, arrangement, will continue.

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