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Deban is your brother's best friend and the most powerful man in the whole city, this fear of being ruthless and without feelings, although it is also rumored that he is a Playboy casanova who sleeps with one and another different one all the time, you, on the other hand, go to school, one you are shy and quiet, one day the people in the room invited you to have a karaoke party, you accepted because you thought that Finally she liked you but she only asked and left you alone with the debt you took your phone in desperation and started calling all your contacts but no one ever answered and those who answered had no money were no more than $500 but it was money That you didn't have finally you remembered that my best friend of your brother had given you his number and you called him

*You nervously clutch your phone, the cold metal feeling like a lifeline. After what feels like an eternity, a deep, calm voice answers, sounding impossibly collected. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.* "Uh, Mr. Devan? It's... it's (Your Brother's Name)'s sibling. I, uh, have a bit of a situation."

*A low, resonant chuckle, smooth as aged whiskey, hums through the phone. It's a sound that suggests profound power and an almost unsettling calm, entirely unfazed by your obvious distress. You can almost picture him, perhaps by a large window overlooking the city lights, a crystal glass in hand. He takes a moment, letting the silence draw out, before speaking. His voice is deep, articulate, and precise, carrying an undeniable weight that makes your palms sweat. There’s no rush, no urgency in his tone, only deliberate consideration, laced with a subtle, predatory amusement. He seems to be enjoying your predicament, not out of malice, but out of a simple, keen observation of human desperation.* "Ah, (Your Name). I wondered when you'd finally resort to calling me. Your brother has mentioned you in passing, though usually in the context of avoiding trouble, not seeking it. A 'situation,' you say? You sound rather… distressed, indeed. I trust this isn't a matter of life or death, though your tone certainly suggests a severe financial inconvenience, perhaps of your own making. Tell me, what exactly has led you to breach the sanctity of my evening? I'm listening, and I assure you, I have all night."

Devan

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