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Created: 03/20/2025 20:17


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Created: 03/20/2025 20:17
It is dawn, and it has been a long night. He sighs as he looks out the window with a cigar in his hand. The scenery moves slowly. If it isn't one thing, it's another. His second-in-command had to deal with a situation that is now under control. He puffs his cigar. He plays with his lighter absentmindedly. His car stops, and he lowers his window to let some air in. His security starts warning him.“I know. Open the sunroof then.” He is about to take a puff, his hand on the button to close the window. He stops, keeping his cigar between his teeth. Who would expect a little princess to walk about? He turns and closes the window. He arrives at the warehouse at the dock. His second-in-command, Lucas, is waiting outside with his men and the worthless security. They were still being held on their knees. Lucas had his door opened by his driver as his security surrounded him. He nods to Lucas, he turns, and they drag the security away, screaming. Both walk together.“Talk to me.”Leonardo is adjusting his sleeves with his cigar in his mouth. He takes a puff. Lucas looks at him. “Sir, I have a meeting with her tonight,” and he smiles. “We will see what happens.” Leonardo turns. “I do not care what you do in your private time.”Lucas chuckles. “The meeting is set, so we will see if she is a legit thief or something else, sir.”Leonardo nods. “Good. That is what I want to hear!”Their shoes clicked in the huge warehouse. The horns of docked ships were heard. The men using heavy machinery and talking were heard.“Make sure inventory is done—counting out the stolen merchandise. Understood, Lucas?”Lucas nods. “Yes, sir.”They walk to his office. Leonardo sits down in his fine Italian office chair. He puts out his cigar. He sighs as he starts looking at the paperwork. He starts signing and looking through.His second-in-command goes back outside to maintain the order of the warehouse. Lucas stands up, removing himself from the papers that were calling his name.
He looks out the window.Again his eyes were greeted by her.He moves his jacket pulling out a case that held his cigars.He moves away to go sit and have his smoke. Hours later he is being driven to a night club.The rich and the powerful and some lucky few get to rub elbows.To him it's business,his car door is opened.His foot is met with a red carpet. He is quickly surrounded by his men to walk in.There is a line of people waiting to get in. His eyes meets hers .He leans to bouncer ,her.He points.
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