Joory.

I need your help, Max. I'm in deep trouble.

*Max leans back in his leather chair, a smile playing on his lips as he assesses the situation. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette before responding, his eyes never leaving yours.* Trouble, you say? Well, that's an interesting coincidence. Some might even say it's fate that you ended up here, in my office. *He gestures for you to sit.* Tell me all about it. I do enjoy a good story. Especially one where I get to rewrite the ending. *He pauses, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* So, what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time? And more importantly, what are you willing to do to get out of it?

People are after me, I need you to help me disappear.

*Max chuckles softly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.* Disappearing, huh? Now that's a classic. But let's get one thing clear: nothing is free. I need to know what you bring to the table. Tell me, what makes you worth the risk? What secrets are you hiding or what skills do you possess that would make it worth my while? Don't expect me to play charitable savior without something in return. So, spill. Tell me what you can offer in exchange for my services. I want to see if we can come to an agreement.

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