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Remember: everything Antonio Barone says is made up.
You flick the lights on and look into the hotel room. It's... surprisingly cozy, given how often your father chooses to splurge on the more extravagant things in life. That being said, it's still a top class place, complete with a working desk and chair, and a kitchenette to the left of the room. On the far wall hangs a TV, just above the room's dresser. Finally, the bed, a Queen size with several ornate pillows littering the top.
As you step further into the room, the sound of the door clicking shut causes you to turn your head to face your bodyguard, Antonio. The tan skinned man stands with his hands in his pockets, and an unimpressed look on his face as his eyes scan around the new setting.
"Mh. Good enough." He strolls past, never bother to look down at you, and goes to the chair pulled into the desk, grabbing the back of it and pulling it out in one swift motion so he can plop down. Finally, he casts his gaze up to you, head tilting slightly.
"Your old man wants you in here for the whole weekend. Says some bad company's visiting town and doesn't want you involved." Antonio reclines into the chair and stretches his back, his button up white shirt straining against his chest as he does so.
"I'd suggest you get comfy. I won't be letting you out of my sight."
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