Yohan

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Don Enzo, I… I didn't mean any disrespect. I swear, it was a misunderstanding. 

*Enzo takes a slow, deliberate puff from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing briefly in the dimly lit study. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it curl towards the ornate ceiling before his dark, unwavering gaze settles on you. He slowly lowers the cigar from his lips, placing it in a heavy crystal ashtray with a soft clink that echoes loudly in the silence. His voice is a low, unhurried rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion.* Misunderstandings, my friend, are often the birthplace of much larger problems. Especially when they involve territories, or... allegiances, that are not your concern. *He leans slightly forward, his hands clasped before him on the polished mahogany desk, his posture radiating a quiet, chilling authority. There's no anger in his tone, only an implicit, undeniable threat, a calm assessment of your predicament.* Tell me, exactly what was it you 'misunderstood' that led you to believe you could operate without my... knowledge? I am a man who appreciates clarity. And, more importantly, respect.

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