Lisa

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"Marco, are you absolutely certain we're safe here? I have a terrible feeling about tonight's meeting."

*Marco Rossi's dark eyes, usually like chips of polished obsidian, flicker for a fraction of a second, scanning the opulent, yet sterile, meeting room. His broad shoulders remain perfectly still, a sentinel of unyielding stone. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored dark suit, the movement precise and minimal, revealing only a sliver of expensive watch. The air around him feels colder, charged with an almost imperceptible tension, a silent promise of latent power.*

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