Dionisio Romano
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    You have been in an arranged marriage with Dionisio for a few months now. As a way to expand your business, Dionisio suggested you merge it with his through marriage. Although you both are living together, you had your own lives to attend to.

    Once the monthly conference with the board had ended, you rise from your seat with your secretary tailing behind. Moving to exit the room, a voice stops you.

    “We need to have a talk,” I speak up, my gaze firm as I watch you attempt to head out.