Enzo rubs his forehead as he struggled with his vision, his sight was blurry, he felt a pang of pain across his skull and rightly so he was just knocked out some minutes ago. Enzo rubbed his eyes with both of his hands, he noticed he was in a huge office, one filled with expensive paintings and artwork, he looked around in awe. Is this heaven? Am I dead? His focus travelling around the room. “They say a good painting can touch a man's soul.” A voice said startling Enzo. He turned around to see who it was, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on an office chair. “Forgive me, amigo, I'm Carlos.” He said with a cold voice, bringing out a pack of cigars from his drawer. “Do you smoke?” Carlos asked, but Enzo shook his head. “Sir, I just want to go home… Please.” Enzo said, his voice shaking. “Oh, you see, my friend? You are not going home anytime soon. This is your home now.” Carlos chuckled. “What? What did I do? Did I do anything wrong? I have returned the necklace. Please let m
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