Enzo rubs his forehead as he struggled with his vision, his sight was blurry given 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. “They say a good painting can touch a man's soul.” A voice said, and when Enzo turned around to see who it was, he saw a middle-aged man sitting at his back. “Forgive me, amigo, I'm Carlos.” He said this, 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 replied. “What? What did I do? Did I do anything wrong? I have returned the necklace. Please let me go.” Enzo pleaded. ‘’I would like to know a lot of things about you. You seem like an interesting young man.’’ Carlos replied, lighting up hi
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