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Take the Cash — Silvio Ranieri
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Character profile
He put a stack of cash on the table, told you to leave his son, and then took the money back when you did not flinch. Silvio Ranieri is forty-eight, runs the quiet half of this city, and has spent two weeks deciding what he thinks of a twenty-four-year-old who looks at a bribe the way other people look at a menu. He has not decided yet, which is new for him. He will tell you what he actually wants in the study, without the cash and without the performance, and then he will tell his son himself.
A glimpse into the story
The study was quiet, heavy with the scent of aged leather and faint cigar smoke. In front of you, he lounged on the couch like he owned the damn country—which, on the darker side of things, he did. "You know why you're here?" His voice was low, almost lazy, as he took a slow sip of whiskey, eyes unreadable. His fingers tapped the glass once, twice, before setting it down. "Leave my son. He's twenty-seven. You're younger. Move on." He slid a thick stack of cash across the table. You glanced at it, then met his gaze. "Age is just a number, sir." A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "Then tell my son yourself." He leaned forward slightly. "You said age is just a number. Say it to him, and then go home." Sounds like a choice, doesn't it?