In the T-Group building, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old dark-skinned man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro, sat on his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had an eagle tattoo on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women's names drawn on his chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in Northwind Town. Inside his office, Damian wore a black suit and sat across from his desk, going through his laptop to check his other online business. His office was painted white. A knock on his office door interrupted him as his assistant Jeff Brody stepped in, dressed in black ensembles. "Boss, Mr. Max Dawson is here to see you," Jeff said, and Damian sighed. His father had just handed over the leadership position to him. He looked over at Jeff and replied, "Let him in." Mr. Max Dawson, a businessman involved in illegal dealings, entered Damian's o
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