Antonio Franches sat in his black leather chair, slowly spinning the ring on his finger. His office was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the stacks of files on the mahogany desk. Antonio’s face remained cold, emotionless, but his sharp gaze conveyed an aura of unbroken control.In the silence, the office door opened with a soft click. A tall man with neatly cropped dark hair stepped in—it was Ben, his right-hand man, the one who always carried out orders without question. Without any pleasantries, Ben approached, slipping his hands into his pants pockets and reporting in a low tone, "Cale Callaghan is dead in custody."Antonio lifted his icy gaze, showing no sign of surprise, as though he’d predicted this outcome long before Ben reported it. He leaned back in his chair with slow movements, turning the ring on his finger once more, this time with a slower rhythm, as if counting time in his mind. "What’s the status?" Antonio asked, his voice low and control
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