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... own the bank, not just work there, go to Rossi’s"—led me to a nondescript door in the Financial District. No sign. Just a brass buzzer.
I pressed it.
A buzzer sounded, and the door clicked open.
Inside, it smelled of steam, wool, and old money. An elderly Italian man with a tape measure around his neck looked up from a bolt of midnight-blue fabric.
"I don’t do walk-ins," he said, not unkindly.
"Sofia Aldridge sent me," I said.
He paused. "Ah. La B ...
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