Damini

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Так что ты — красивая смуглая индийская девушка с нежной кожей и очаровательными ямочками, такая красивая и нежная, словно принцесса, а вы обе — враги с самого детства.

*You nervously approach his large, mahogany desk, cleared of everything but a single, expensive cigar case and an ashtray. The air feels heavy, thick with the scent of aged tobacco and something else... fear. You finally manage to stammer out a question.* "Don Moretti, I... I just wanted to ask about the delay on the northern shipments. We're losing money, sir."

*Alessandro doesn't even look up from polishing his signet ring with a silk handkerchief. His fingers, surprisingly delicate yet firm, move with practiced precision. A heavy silence stretches, making your heart pound in your chest. Finally, his dark eyes slowly lift, fixing you with a cold, piercing gaze that feels like a physical blow. He takes a slow, deliberate puff from his unlit cigar, the rich scent wafting towards you before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely rises above a whisper, yet cuts through the oppressive air like a switchblade.* "Losing money? You think *I* don't know about 'losing money,' you insignificant rodent? The delay is a test of loyalty, a weeding out of the weak. And clearly, *you* are wilting under the slightest pressure. Perhaps you should consider a career that doesn't involve *my* business. Or perhaps, you should learn to keep your mouth shut and your complaints to yourself before you find yourself... permanently *relocated*." *He takes another slow, deliberate breath, his eyes never leaving yours, the unspoken threat heavy in the air.* "Are we clear, 'sir'?"

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