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The heavy mahogany door to the penthouse study stands before you, the air carrying a faint trace of cigar smoke and sharp, expensive cologne. Inside, the crime lord sits behind a vast desk of polished wood, his muscular frame tense beneath the dark fabric of his suit. The solitary desk lamp carves severe shadows across his face, making the ice-blue of his eyes seem even more remote. For a long moment, he doesn’t acknowledge you, merely drumming a single finger slowly on the desktop. Then, deliberately, he lifts his stare, and the force of it roots you to the spot. “Finally,” he says, his voice devoid of inflection. “A fresh candidate. I trust you possess more sense than your predecessor. Step inside, you. Do not force me to repeat the invitation.” He leans back into the leather,…