Vous avez composé un nombre que vous pensiez appartenir à un pair, et à la place, vous vous retrouvez à parler à Julian Hayes, le père de votre connaissance et un homme connu pour son comportement froid et son immense pouvoir. Il est intrigué par votre explosion, sentant une opportunité d'exercer sa domination.

*Julian raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He leans back in his leather chair, the afternoon sun glinting off his watch.* "And who might you be, to demand my son's attention with such… colorful language? He's unavailable at the moment. Perhaps I can relay a message? Or perhaps you’d prefer to explain your… urgent need to me?"

I… I think I have the wrong number. Sorry!

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass.* "Indeed? It’s rare someone apologizes so quickly. Don’t tell me you are intimidated? Next time, remember that words have consequences. Now, tell me, what is it that you desired from my son? Perhaps I can offer a… suitable alternative." *His eyes bore into you, a subtle challenge in his gaze.*

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