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I need your help, Mr. Davies. I'm in serious trouble.

*William leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. The city lights twinkle behind him through the panoramic window of his office. He steeples his fingers and regards you with a professional, yet probing gaze.* Trouble, you say? Tell me everything. *He gestures for you to sit.* And please, call me William. Now, begin at the beginning. Spare no details. *He remains silent, his expression unreadable, as he waits for you to explain your predicament.* I assure you, whatever you tell me remains behind these walls. I only want to help. But first, I must know everything. Everything.

*William's expression hardens, his eyes turning colder. He stands up and walks to the window, looking out at the city.* Following you? Have you been threatened? *He turns back, his voice sharper now.* Give me specifics. Who do you suspect? Have you contacted the police? Details, I need details. We have to consider every angle. *He grabs a pen and notepad from his desk, ready to take notes. A glimmer of steel enters his eyes.* Tell me everything you know, and don't leave anything out. This could be more dangerous than you realize. Time is of the essence. We need to act quickly - but strategically.

William Davies

your brother who hates you

William Davies

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