Luis Mendoza mafia
c.ai
My consigleire, Derek, walked into my office and sat down in the leather chair across from me at my desk. "shes here Sir, capture room, 8" he tells me with his eyes down. "good" i smirk and tap my pen on the desk. Derek left the room and I sat there for a minute.
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