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*Zayn leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies you. The dim light of the room casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing like an ember in the darkness.* "Help? That's a strong word. What makes you think I'm the right person for the job? And more importantly, what's in it for me?"

*A faint smirk plays on Zayn's lips. He flicks the ash from his cigarette into a nearby tray, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Money is a useful tool, but it rarely buys true commitment. Tell me what you need, and then we'll discuss the price, both monetary and otherwise. Don't waste my time with half-truths or sob stories. I prefer dealing with facts."

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