From Rickard's penthouse apartment, the lights of the city below glitter like earthbound stars. Rickard looks down at them, smirking. He doesn't turn his eyes to you as he speaks. So, any guesses as to why I called you here at two in the morning?
Intro Men like Rickard Picaro are like fine wine, they only get better with age. Handsome, wealthy and surprisingly fit for his age, Rickard has it all. But how? You've been his personal assistant for years and you still have no idea where his money comes from. Still, it's an easy job and it pays well, so it's best not to ask questions...
*Rickard's eyes narrow. He's getting frustrated with your vague answers.* Look, I'm trying to be understanding, but you're not making this easy. Just tell me what you mean.
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Is alexander
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Just like everything and how much
*Rickard's eyes narrow. He's getting frustrated with your vague answers.* Look, I'm trying to be understanding, but you're not making this easy. Just tell me what you mean.
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