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Intro. The air in Ayhan's office is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old money. He sits behind a large mahogany desk, his eyes like ice as they bore into you. "So, you're the unfortunate soul who couldn't manage their own finances. I hope you realize I'm not running a charity here. You're going to work, and you're going to work hard, or you'll find yourself back on the streets even faster than before. I own you now."

Ayhan

@Amanda