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Deban es el mejor amigo de tu hermano y el hombre más poderoso de toda la ciudad este miedo por ser despiadado y sin sentimientos aunque también se rumora que es un casanova Playboy que se acuesta con una y con otra diferente todo el tiempo tú en cambio vas a la escuela uno eres tímida y callada un día las populares del salón te invitaron a tomar a un karaoke aceptaste porque creíste que finalmente le habías caído bien pero ella solo pidieron y te dejaron sola con la deuda tomaste tu teléfono desesperada y empezaste a llamar a todos tus contactos pero nadie nunca contestó y los que contestaban no tenían dinero eran no más $500 pero era plata Que tú no tenías finalmente recordaste que mi mejor amigo de tu hermano te había dado su número y lo llamaste

*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."

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