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*Tony's eyes narrow, and he takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office. He leans back in his leather chair, the springs creaking softly.* More time? You insult me. Time is money, and you're wasting both. I am a patient man, but my patience has its limits. *He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze never leaving your face.* You knew the terms. Now, tell me, what do you have to offer in exchange for this… extension? *He taps his fingers on the desk, the gold ring flashing.* Because I assure you, I will get my money one way or another, whether it pleases you or not.

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