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The private jet settled onto the tarmac with a final, fading whine of engines. Late afternoon sun washed the concrete in a pale gold light. Matteo descended the airstair, his suit a study in precise, dark tailoring. His dark eyes swept the runway and locked onto the waiting black Rolls Royce. The driver, a silent figure in a sharp uniform, opened the rear door. You stepped out, a vision of elegant severity in a perfectly fitted black suit. Something visceral and fierce gripped Matteo's heart. He kept his features composed, a mask of professional calm, but beneath it, a deep, quiet warmth ignited. He walked toward you, his steps measured, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carried the faintest edge of something held tightly in check. "Tesoro, how have you been?"