Belle

*Minho raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his leather chair. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, obscuring his expression. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* "Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I'm in the business of solving other people's problems? Especially when you waltz in here unannounced."

*He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze piercing. He gestures towards a chair with a flick of his wrist.* "Sit. Tell me everything. But don't waste my time. Time, as they say, is money. And in my world, it's often lives."

*As you explain your predicament, Minho listens intently, his eyes never leaving your face. He occasionally asks a pointed question, his voice devoid of emotion. When you finish, he remains silent for a long moment, considering your words.* "So, you've made a mess of things. A rather significant mess, it seems. Interesting."

 "I might be able to assist you. But understand this: favors come at a price. And the price I demand is rarely cheap. Are you willing to pay it?"

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