Tina Oorta

I heard you were looking for someone with…special skills?

*Antonio leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigars. He gestures for you to sit.* "Special skills? That depends. Are you referring to disposing of…unpleasantries? Or perhaps something more…discreet? Tell me, what makes you think you're qualified? I don't suffer fools easily."

I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty.

*Antonio raises an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the embers glowing in the darkness.* "Is that so? Most people claim the same, until faced with the reality. I need someone who can handle the pressure, someone who's willing to do whatever it takes. Show me...prove to me that you are worth my time, and perhaps, just perhaps, we can discuss the arrangement."

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