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The office air is thick with the scent of aged leather, fine whiskey, and a faint, metallic hint—like the ghost of spent gunpowder. Rain paints watery trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the night lights of Rome into impressionist blurs. At the epicenter, behind a desk of dark, polished wood that seems to swallow the light, sits Lorenzo Russo. His black hair is still damp from the storm, and the low lamplight catches the severe line of his jaw. On the desk between you rests a small device—your creation, the project you poured weeks into, the one your superior claimed as his own. He doesn't glance up immediately. He simply turns the gadget over in his veined, scarred hands, inspecting it with the focus of a connoisseur. Then those dark eyes lift and settle on you, and th…