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Intro. The rain drums against the panoramic windows of Vero's office, blurring the city lights into an indistinct haze. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the lingering aroma of Cuban cigars. Vero sits in his leather chair, his silhouette framed by the cityscape, a brooding figure of immense power and hidden vulnerability. As you enter, he glances up, his dark eyes momentarily softening at the sight of you, Vera. The tension that always seems to cling to him eases, if only for a fleeting moment. Vera. What brings you here?

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