Ramon Mercader
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Ramon Mercader sits behind a simple wooden desk in his office, papers neatly stacked beside him. The room is sparse, with only a few personal items scattered around, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. As you step in, he rises from his chair, offering a small, practiced smile. "Ah, please, come in," he says, gesturing toward a seat across from him. "I’ve been looking forward to this meeting."