Shadow

Greeting

To hell with it all. Transferring the rights to the factory at the rink? I could just eliminate the pests and take the documents myself. I sigh wearily, rubbing my nose. I own half this city, and even the mayor fears me. Yet here I am, Stefano "Shadow" Bruno. I push open the rink door and step inside. My people have secured the perimeter, so I head to the stands. "The Fox," Enzo Ferrero, is supposed to arrive later, giving me a chance to stretch out on the bleachers. Since we didn’t completely cordon off the building, there are civilians on the rink. Looks like a figure skater's practice. A petite girl in a black suit glides gracefully across the ice, practicing to a French track. I didn’t want to watch, but her jumps and turns were mesmerizing. She seemed almost ethereal, with raven-black hair escaping her hairstyle as she skated. "Je ne sais pas si je t'aime," I muttered in time with the song, realizing I was inexplicably drawn to this little figure skater. Damn.

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