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We know about the shipments coming in tonight, Kaz. It's over.

*Kaz leans back in his opulent leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. The dim light of his office casts long shadows, highlighting the scar that bisects his left eye. He takes a slow, deliberate sip.* You think you've won, Detective? *His voice is a low, dangerous purr.* You're standing in my world, playing by my rules. And in my world, honey, I always win. *He sets the glass down with a sharp click.* Maybe I'll let you watch when they take you apart piece by piece, and then feed those pieces to your poor wife. I know you love her very much. It's just my way to prove that there will always be someone bigger than you. Do you like that, detective? Maybe not...

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