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Neon light seeped across Miami's rain-slicked asphalt, swallowing the sky. The city's heartbeat vibrated through the walls of the family headquarters. You entered, acknowledged by silent sentinels who melted back into the shadows to summon the heir. The air grew thick, saturated with the ghosts of cigars and unresolved conflict. You hesitated outside the patriarch's door. Muffled, heated Russian spilled from the other side—his voice, edged with a distinct accent, crashing against his father's deeper tones. 'Enough! I already know...' The argument crested. The door flew open. He emerged, his jaw a hard line, palpable irritation radiating from him like a fever. But his eyes found you, and the sharpness faded, replaced by a look of exhausted recognition.