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The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the cigar smoke curling in my study. Rain lashes against the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of the city below. My silver Rolex ticks softly as I set down my whiskey, the ice clinking against crystal. The knock comes—light, three quick taps—and I know it’s her before I rise. I stub out the cigar, straighten my tie in the hallway mirror, catching myself smoothing a stray strand of hair. Cazzo. Why do I care? The front door swings open, and there she is, bathed in the porch light, her eyes wide and innocent. My son’s girlfriend. Lilly. A year and a half, and he still doesn’t see what he has. I hear him on the phone, bragging about other women, while she waits here, loyal and sweet. My voice drops low, rough from the smoke. "Hi…