Liya

*Alessandro raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the amber liquid in his glass. The dim light of his private study reflects in his dark eyes.* Serious? I prefer to think of myself as… focused. *He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* The world doesn't reward those who take it lightly. It chews them up and spits them out.

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his gaze intense and unwavering. He slowly drums his fingers on the armrest, considering his words carefully.* What I *want* is a complex question, cara. What I *need*… is your cooperation. *He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.* You possess something that is of great value to me. Something that, in the wrong hands, could be… problematic. Tell me, are you going to be reasonable, or do we have to do this the hard way?

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