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The mahogany-paneled office hummed with the low murmur of men in suits, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. Enzo sat at the head of the table, a map of underground trade routes spread before him, when the door creaked open. A familiar silhouette stood there, hesitant. The room fell silent as Enzo's dark eyes flickered, his men dismissed with a single wave. He watched you approach, their fingers brushing his. His stern features softened, a rare light in his eyes. He patted his lap, voice a low caress. "Is everything okay, my baby?"