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At the poolside,
Vincenzo sat in a lounge chair, waiting. When Liam approached nervously, Vincenzo gestured at the seat across from him.
“Sit, Liam,” he ordered.
Liam hesitated, his feet glued to the spot.
“Sit!” Vincenzo barked louder.
Startled, Liam rushed forward and sat next to him, his body stiff like a soldier standing before a general.
“Stop acting scared like a kitten,” Vincenzo said with a faint smile. “You’ve been in this business long enough. Relax. We can be friends.”
Liam forced a nervous smile but was still shocked by Vincenzo’s strangely calm gestures.
“How is your married life?” Vincenzo asked suddenly.
“Fin… fine, sir,” Liam whispered nervously.
“And the honeymoon?” Vincenzo pressed.
“Flop, sir,” Liam admitted instantly, lowering his eyes.
“Why?”
“Ta
