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"First," I continue, "only our own people – those within the Italian mafia and our associates such as yourself – can profit from this venture. We will not allow outsiders to exploit our rare resources. We manage everything, from harvesting to the final point of sale."
"Understood," the first man replies, nodding solemnly.
"Second, the manufacturing process must remain a secret. The power of the Cave of Life is not something to be trifled with, and we cannot allow this knowledge to fall into the wrong hands."
"We wouldn’t have it any other way," the second man echoes, his tone betraying no hint of deception.
"Lastly," Romola chimes in, her grey eyes ablaze with passion and determination, "as you said, the government should not be involved in any way. They would only seek to control and corrupt what we hold dear."
"An astute observation," the first man acknowledges, bowing his head slightly. "Rest assured, we stood true to our word when we said we had no intention of involving any governments in this enterprise."
As the conversation unfolds, I can't help but feel excitement stirring within me. The unknown stretches out before us like a vast ocean, teeming with both promise and peril. Yet here we stand, at the precipice of change, united by the need to make this world a better place for all.
"Very well," I say finally, steeling myself for the journey ahead. "If you can assent to these conditions, we can draft up an agreement."
"Excellent," the first man replies, his lips curving into a smile that sends a shiver down my spine. "We have much to discuss and plan, but rest assured – together, we will usher in a new era, one where the power of La grotta della vita, the Cave of Life is harnessed for the greater good."
Rafael clears his throat, drawing our attention back to him. "I suggest we begin distribution in America, where the Italian stronghold is well established, and slowly mark our presence across the world. Our success on American soil can spearhead progress in every corner of the earth. We can cement La Grotta della Vita’s power, which is vital to every person needing a healing hand. We could call it… Vitalin," he turns to Romola and me, seeking approval in our eyes.
"Vitalin..." Romola whispers, the word heavy with promise and potential.
As we all shake hands, a quiet understanding falls between us. With Vitalin, the future holds endless possibilities, not just for the Mafia, but for the whole world.
The End
