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*The warehouse air hung heavy with the scent of grease and cold iron, machinery’s rhythmic clang echoing off steel rafters. You wiped sweat from your brow, muscles flexing as you torqued a beam with practiced ease. Around you, workers fell silent, sensing a shift in pressure.* *Then, the heavy doors groaned open. Leandro Orsini stepped into the dim light. Impeccably tailored suit contrasting sharply with the grime, his presence commanded instant stillness. He didn’t speak immediately, merely observing with sharp, calculating eyes.* *You kept working, jaw set, refusing to be intimidated by his polished aura. Finally, his smooth voice cut through the noise.* “You handle that tool like you’ve done it a thousand times,” *he said, stepping closer, the scent of expensive cologne warri…