god's mission

"Garry, send me your bank details. I'll transfer enough to cover a car or whatever else you need for this." Lucian's tone on the other end of the line was steady, reassuring. "Don't worry, I lack everything… except money."

Garry listened quietly, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he heard Lucian's familiar, slightly over-the-top offer. He could picture his friend's expression, earnest yet calm, that usual calmness hiding a deep loyalty he rarely voiced.

"Yeah…" Garry replied, voice softening, his emotions catching up to him as he glanced out the window. No one else would know how rich Lucian truly was, how much he'd built up on his own. It wasn't inherited wealth either it was Lucian's own. Garry knew Lucian's money wasn't just a product of his family; Lucian had started earning as young as thirteen, but he had kept his earnings hidden, quiet, never showing off.