"Well, well, well hat has the esteemed Mr. Spearen elected to visit this humble daoist for? I believe the magical contract was already signed Friday?" A soft, mellow-sounding voice intones.

"It's not like you don't know." A sharp sarcastic response rings through the room, if it can even be called that. The space is the altar area of a temple. At the front, in front of the altar sits a man. Despite wearing the white robes of a monk, the man has his hair, lush and thick, tied up in a slightly lazy bun hanging behind his head. His back is upright, however, something about it, about his demeanor conveys laziness. Then the monk or man, turns revealing a breathtakingly handsome visage with sharp brows, pointed peach blossom eyes, an upright nose, prominent cheekbones, and thin lips.

His features would look sharp and fierce however, his lips carry a lazy smile making him harmless...at least in appearance. Clearly a smiling shark, Sayan thinks as he walks up to the man. 

"Can you help me or not?"

"Well, see heaven's mysteries are not to be glimpsed..." Sayan exhales sharply. I refuse to play word games with this guy. He opens his mouth and starts speaking.

"Hey, what do you want this time? I got the sword, now what, a shield?"

"This poor daoist only..."

"I'm sure you know that I'm here for my brother. Something's wrong with him and it needs to be fixed. You knew those mumbo jumbo fellows right?"

The monk wrinkles his nose at this crass description however, Sayan continues.

"So, who else do you know? Who can fix this? And what do you want?" His tone carries the confidence of a businessman used to getting what he wants. Hearing his words, the monk simply keeps silent. 

"Mr. Long-" Sayan starts but the monk interrupts him.

"You keep speaking of fixing this, fixing that but...what about the boy? Are you thinking of him at all?" Sayan's frown deepens.

"Of course I am, that's why I want to fix him." The monk raises a brow.

"Mr. Spearen, I wonder if you realize...your brother is not a failed business venture."

"What the hell are you saying?" The businessman asks, a storm brewing in his brows.

"This poor daoist means nothing but that your brother is human and what humans need most is...what are the words...companionship and empathy, no?"

Some minutes later the room is completely empty save for the monk sitting stoically in the center. After several more minutes he-Mr. Long sighs, his gaze off into the distance.

"Since when have I ever been this kind?... Well, I suppose it's because of the similarities, ha!" With these mutterings and a slight chuckle that sounds anything but mirthful, the monk who still has his hair turns and slips out of the room.

In a different location, Sayan steps into his house where a lazy Arek lays sprawled on the couch, his phone in hand. Hearing his older brother enter the room, Arek mutters hello, hardly bothering to lift his eyes. Seeing this, Sayan feels his brow twitch. He opens his mouth to reprimand the other when suddenly the monk's words float into his mind: "companionship and empty, no?" Immediately, the words in Sayan's mouth transform, and what instead comes out is "tomorrow, you're coming with me to the company."

Arek pauses, then he looks up blinking. "Me?"

"Who else?"

"The company??"

"Yes."

"But I-"

"No excuses, it's settled." With this, Sayan turns and strides into his room.

"I need formal wear right?!" Arek calls after his back. 

"I'll have my secretary get you some." And with that, the matter is settled leaving a determined Sayan and a befuddled Arek still blinking in the living room.