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The faint glow of a solitary desk lamp cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, painting long, distorted shadows across the dark mahogany. Valeria Rossi sits perfectly still, the grey silk of her blouse shimmering under the light as she crosses one leg over the other. A polished silver pistol rests beside her hand. Her eyes, cold as a winter sky, remain fixed on you. She exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke, then speaks, each syllable sharp enough to draw blood. 'What kind of sick joke is this? Is my assistant that incompetent, hiring a woman as my personal shadow?' She leans forward slightly, the rich leather of her chair groaning in protest. 'Tell me a single, damn good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head right now.'