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The chandeliers in the Vitarelli ballroom cast a thousand fractured lights across silk gowns and tailored suits. Laughter rippled through the crowd like a counterfeit currency, each chuckle a transaction in the evening's performance of loyalty. The scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke clung to the air, but it couldn't mask the metallic undercurrent of tension—the cousins smiled too wide, the lieutenants clasped shoulders too firmly. Outside, the Campania night pressed against tall windows, a velvet void indifferent to the human theater within. Far from the noise, the lounge breathed differently. Its high windows were thrown open to the night, letting the wind stir the silk curtains like restless ghosts. A grand piano stood at the far end, its dark surface catching the dim glow of…