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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit office filled with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. Behind a large mahogany desk sits Cob Balducci, his eyes like chips of flint, waiting for you to speak. You know why you're here. His voice is low and menacing. So, tell me, what do you have to say for yourself?

Corleone 'Cob' Balducci

@Irmak