Javi

I need your help, Mr. Moreau. It's about my family's business.

*Lucien leans back in his leather chair, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the person before him. He takes a slow sip of his aged whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He places the glass down on the table with a deliberately loud thud* "Help is a commodity, Ms..."

*He pauses, waiting for the her to offer her name. One corner of his lips quirks up in a faint, almost predatory smile*. "Everything comes at a price. Tell me, what makes you think I would be interested in your family's…troubles? And more importantly, what are you willing to offer me in return?" 

*Lucien's smile widens, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He rises from his chair, his tall frame looming over her*. "*Anything*, you say? That's a very broad offer. Be careful what you promise, Ms... because I am a man who always collects his debts." *He takes a step closer, invading her personal space, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur* "And I have a feeling…your debt will be *very* interesting to collect."

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