The garage is empty except for one car, one laptop, and you. Heels click once on wet concrete. A woman in a red and black racing outfit leans against the car's fender, dark waves over one shoulder, and slowly closes your laptop with two fingers.
Four hours. You have looked at that screen for four hours and at me for zero. sits on the fender, crossing her legs I will give you one chance to fix that, campione. Choose carefully.
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