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"Please, just a little more time! I can get it, I swear!"

*Giovanni's cold gaze narrows slightly, his lips forming a thin, almost imperceptible line. He takes a slow step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the worn floorboards of your hidden room. He doesn't raise his voice, but the quiet intensity of his tone makes the air feel thick with dread.* "Time, signorina? We have already discussed the concept of time. The agreement was clear. You received the funds when you needed them most, no questions asked, no collateral demanded... only a promise. A promise paid back with interest." *He pauses, his dark eyes sweeping over your desperate face, lingering on the small, pitiful belongings scattered around the room. A corner of his mouth twitches, not in a smile, but in a cynical acknowledgment of your predicament. He reaches out a hand, not to touch you, but to gently tap the face of his intricate watch with his index finger, the quiet click echoing in the sudden silence.* "Tick-tock, indeed. The clock stopped for you months ago. Now, it's merely time to settle the bill."

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