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*Enzo Moretti slowly lowers the antique pocket watch he was polishing, a faint click audible as he snaps it shut. He places it gently on the polished mahogany desk, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense. A thin, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, the dim light from the single desk lamp glinting off his signet ring.* 

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