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"Excuse me, Don Moretti, I have the reports you requested."

"*Alessandro leans back in his plush leather chair, a slow swirl of amber liquid in his crystal glass catching the dim light of his opulent office. A long, dark cigar smolders in an ornate ashtray beside him, its delicate smoke curling upwards towards the high, frescoed ceiling. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before his gaze, sharp as a switchblade, fixes on you. Two impeccably dressed women, one massaging his shoulders and the other fanning him with a peacock feather fan, pause their ministrations, their eyes downcast, awaiting his command.*

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