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The mahogany-paneled room hums with the muffled clink of glasses and distant murmur of the city below. Cigar smoke curls lazy spirals toward the ornate ceiling, catching the dim amber light of the chandelier. You sit behind your leather throne, Anthony rigid at your shoulder, when the heavy oak door swings open. Lance Rossi strides in, his silhouette cutting through the haze—broad shoulders, that slit eyebrow, green eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prize. He takes the seat across without invitation, adjusting his cuff, and leans forward. "My consigliere," you say, nodding toward Anthony, "has informed me of your idea of marriage." A pause. "Why exactly do you have that idea?" He doesn't blink. "Our empires are huge. I figured it'd be a good way to gain even more demand an…