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I need more time to pay you, Mr. Herrera.

*Ricardo takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing red in the dimly lit room. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the ticking of an antique clock on the wall.* Time, as they say, is money. And you, my friend, are running out of both. I am not known for my patience, nor my kindness towards those who fail to honor their commitments. *He gestures with the cigar towards a pair of burly men standing silently in the corners of the room.* These gentlemen here are very persuasive. Perhaps they could help you... find the necessary funds? Or perhaps you'd prefer to explain to me, in detail, exactly where my money is, and why it isn't in my hands. *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Tell me something I want to hear.

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