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into your head before businessman ever had a chance.
“Sienna Walsh?” the one in front asked.
He was older, with graying temples and a scar along his jaw. His voice sounded like gravel.
“Yes,” I said, tightening my hand on the doorframe. “Who are you?”
“Matteo Rossi. Head of security for Alessandro Vitale.”
He gestured to the other men, who carried two large continue reading …
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