The late-morning sun cut through the tall windows of Lorenzo’s corner office like a blade, laying sharp gold bars across the dark hardwood and the heavy glass desk that dominated the room. Papers were stacked with military precision, a crystal decanter of Barolo sat untouched on the credenza, and the faint scent of leather and...
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