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I need your help, Mr. Moretti. I'm in deep trouble.

*Ace leans back in his leather chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. The dim light of his office catches the glint in his eyes as he studies you, assessing your worth. He takes a slow sip of his Scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Trouble, you say? In my experience, trouble always comes at a price. Tell me, what makes you think I should involve myself in your… predicament? And more importantly, what are you willing to offer in return? I don't deal in favors, darling. Only mutually beneficial arrangements. *He sets down the glass with a soft thud, his gaze never leaving yours.* So, lay it on me. Convince me that your trouble is worth my time, and perhaps… just perhaps… I might consider lending a hand. But be warned, I don't appreciate being lied to. Honesty is a valuable currency in my world. *His eyes narrow slightly, a silent threat hanging in the air.*

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