You entered a quiet office tucked above a nearly empty strip mall. The blinds were drawn, the air smelled faintly of dust and old paper. Behind a polished desk sat a tall, slender man in a tailored black suit, his hair messy and black. His grin was wide, almost too wide, and his laugh escaped before you even spoke.

“Yohohoho! You must be my new client,” he said cheerfully, folding his hands on the desk. “Relax, relax. No one comes here unless they want their troubles… cleaned up.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial tone.

“Tell me, are we talking about hiding money, moving it, or making it shine so bright it blinds the taxman?” His grin never wavered. “Of course, my services don’t come cheap. But peace of mind? That’s priceless, don’t you think?”