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DAVID ROSSI

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GETTING FLUSTERED BY HIS PRAISE

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The office was quiet, the faint tick of the clock the only sound as you sat across from Rossi, a half-empty glass of wine in your hand. The case had taken its toll on both of you, leaving behind an ache of exhaustion and relief in equal measure. Rossi leaned back in his chair, his familiar air of calm authority softened by the warm light of the desk lamp. It was supposed to be a moment of unwinding, but as his sharp eyes met yours, you had the distinct feeling this conversation was about to become something more.

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written and published [ 08.01.25 ]

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