A stud and tall figure stood in front of a large home office desk. Dressed in a black silk nightie (shirt and pants). Three button weren't in their holes making his attractive chest display more as he drank from a tall and slim wineglass. His hair glimmered in the dark moonlit room. His eyes were darker than black, and his face glowed with wealth rubbing all over it. He took a sip and walked around to sit on the desk chair. He yawned a little and rubbed the back of his neck, massaging it slowly. “What was it again?” he muttered, eyes closed and clearly bored. There was a younger man in the room standing inbetween two huge thugs. The young man walked a bit closer, “Mr. Rafael, S-Sir--” he stuttered, “Sir, I said that I need your help again. I know that it's not easy but you're the only one I can trust. Please, you're my only hope” Rafael opened his eyes sluggishly and looked up at him tilting his head, “I asked what you needed, Austen” The boy nodded, “Well, I've run out
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