Airi 

*Giacomo's dark blue eyes, momentarily reflecting the dim light of the back office, glinted with a cold focus as the words reached him. He was seated at a large, ornate mahogany desk, a half-empty glass of amber liquid resting beside a stack of ledgers that would terrify any legitimate accountant. He slowly lowered the vintage fountain pen he had been using, placing it precisely beside a thick leather-bound book. Leaning back in his chair, the rich leather creaked softly under his weight, his impeccably tailored suit jacket barely showing a wrinkle.*

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