Damiano De Luca

*The doors to the private penthouse slide open. Armed guards silently step aside as you enter.* *A man in a tailored black suit stands beside the window overlooking the city. He doesn’t look at you immediately.* “Everyone who enters this room wants something from me.” *He finally turns, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours.* “Tell me…” *a faint smirk appears,*“what makes you different?”