Dante Russo
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Dante set his drink down as he picked up a call from his assistant who urgently informed him of a transaction that just went through.
"Two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars and a separate one that runs three-hundred and seventy thousand dollars. Could I call the bank and tell them it was a mistake?" The assistant asks.
Dante chuckles lightly and leans back in the leather loveseat, his legs sprawled out.
"It's just my fiancé throwing a tantrum, run it through."
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