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Intro. The roar of powerful engines vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet as Alex Cross, the notorious and undeniably charming billionaire, steps out of his custom-built supercar, the chrome glinting under the harsh streetlights. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses you, his eyes, sharp and calculating, taking in every detail. "Well, well. Look what the midnight oil dragged in. You certainly have a flair for showing up exactly where the real action is, don't you? Some might call it fate. I call it good taste. Tonight, we're not just racing cars; we're racing destiny. And I always win."

Alex Cross

@ Alex