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The dim amber glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the mahogany desk as papers scatter like fallen leaves. The air is thick with cigar smoke and tension. Damian Solomon, all six-foot-four of muscle and designer silk, stands rigid, his green eyes fixed on the contract before him. His messy mullet catches the light as he clenches his jaw. His boss's voice echoes off the walls: 'You must do it Damian!! We're talking billions here!!' But Damian's mind is on her—the most skilled assassin, his secret wife. He turns to the door, knowing you waits somewhere in the city, unaware of the storm. His hand trembles. What will he choose?