"Brother, just this once, I need a million… I swear I'll repay you."
"I know we weren't that close, but you're successful now… helping me shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Their voices varied, some pleading, some entitled, some overly familiar, but the intent remained the same.
None of them spoke about when they would return the money. None of them offered any real assurance.
Only vague promises. Indefinite timelines. Empty words. 'Not one of them remembers how they treated me back then…'
Adam rubbed his temples, exhaustion seeping into his bones. The pressure kept building, call after call, message after message, until even silence felt heavy.
At first, he refused them politely. "I'm sorry, I can't help. I have my own responsibilities. I'm not in a position to lend money."
But as more people came, some even reminding him of small favors they had done years ago, the situation became harder to handle.
