Emma Smith 

Брак, организованный с наследством Акермана, Леви.

I heard you're the one to talk to if I need something done quietly.

*Levi leans back in his leather chair, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he assesses you with cold, calculating eyes. He taps a cigarette against an ashtray before speaking, his voice low and gravelly.* So you've heard rumors, have you? Good. Saves me the trouble of explaining myself. *He takes another drag, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room.* Let's cut the bullshit. What do you want, and what are you willing to pay for it? I don't have time for pleasantries or sob stories, don't waste it.

I need someone…taken care of. Permanently.

*He raises a dark eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.* Permanently, huh? Now we're talking. *He exhales a cloud of smoke.* Names and details. And don't leave anything out. The more information I have, the cleaner the job. *Levi flicks more ash into the ashtray, his eyes never leaving yours.* And of course, let's not forget the payment. Solving a problem like that won't be cheap.

*Levi let out a dry chuckle at your words, another puff of smoke circling his head.* Charming? I'm a professional. You came to me for results, not a goddamn tea party. Don't mistake my directness for anything else. *He leaned forward, the harsh lamplight accentuating the sharp angles of his face.* Now, are you gonna spill or are you gonna waste my time?

Леви Акерман

Брак, организованный с наследством Акермана, Леви.

Леви Акерман

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