The taxi carried Logan back to the hotel, but he wasn't in the mood to appreciate the journey. His heart was heavy with the significant deduction from his earnings. He paid the driver, entered the hotel, and made his way to his room.Inside the room, Logan couldn't contain his frustration any longer. He slumped into a chair, fuming about the substantial loss. He grabbed his phone and began to calculate the exact amount taken from his hard-earned savings."Twenty-five percent of 150 million dollars," Logan muttered as he tapped away at his phone's calculator. The numbers appeared on the screen, and he froze as he saw the result: 37.5 million dollars."37.5 million dollars," he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. The reality of the loss hit him hard, and his frustration boiled over. He stood up abruptly, his face contorted in anger.Logan began to pace around the room, his voice raised in frustration. "All that hard work, dedication, and sacrifice just to lose 37.5 million dollar

The engine purred as Logan's boss maneuvered his car through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, the city's labyrinth of secrets and stories. The pulsating neon lights and distant hum of traffic seemed a world away from the chaos of the canteen. The boss glanced at Logan, breaking the silence. "So, Logan, how long have you been in Crescent Street?"Logan leaned back in the passenger seat, his thoughts still swirling from the evening's events. "A little over two years now."His boss nodded thoughtfully but then corrected him gently, "Actually, I meant when did you move in, not when you started working at the canteen."Logan furrowed his brow, puzzled by the specific question. "Oh, I moved here about three years ago, not long before I started working at the canteen."The boss nodded again, seemingly satisfied with Logan's answer. He knew Logan was a private person, not one to divulge much about his personal life. Still, he couldn't help but be curious about his employee's past.C

Logan hesitated for a moment, his internal struggle evident in his furrowed brow. He wanted to tell Daniel about the mysterious system, but his instincts told him to keep it a secret. The less people knew about it, the better."There is..." Logan began to say, but then he stopped himself, cutting his sentence short. He shook his head and sighed. "Never mind, Daniel. It's nothing."Daniel, no stranger to Logan's guarded nature, nodded in response. "Alright, Logan, I won't push. But remember, I'm here if you ever want to talk."Logan gave a small, appreciative smile, grateful for Daniel's understanding. "Thanks, Daniel."With that, Logan decided it was time to leave. He couldn't afford to waste any more time if he wanted to reconcile with Aella before the system's deadline. He thanked Daniel once more and hurriedly made his exit.Logan hailed a cab and headed back to the bank, determined not to fail this time. He knew that he had to make amends with Aella, and he couldn't afford another

Logan reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and nervously dropped it onto the table. It was all the money he had on him, and it was a significant amount. The tension in the room grew as both Logan and the boss eyed each other.The onlookers began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" but it wasn't a physical confrontation they were anticipating—it was a high-stakes game of blackjack.Logan's heart pounded in his chest as he picked up his cards. The boss revealed his first card—a king. Logan's own cards were a 5 and a 7. He was facing an uphill battle.The game progressed, each card drawn adding to the tension in the room. Logan tried to remember the rules he had explained earlier, but the pressure was getting to him. The boss, on the other hand, seemed confident, his moves deliberate and calculated.As the game continued, Logan found himself second-guessing his decisions. Should he hit or stand? The boss had a substantial lead, and it felt like the odds were stacked against hi

As they stumbled out into the cool night air, Logan's speech was slurred, and he swayed unsteadily on his feet. "I'm rich!" he declared with an exaggerated enthusiasm.Daniel chuckled and shook his head. "Easy there, Logan. It's just $2000. Let's get you home."Logan grinned, his confidence boosted by the alcohol. He leaned on Daniel for support as they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Crescent Street, heading toward Logan's temporary residence at the hotel.As they walked, Logan continued to exclaim, "I'm rich!" while Daniel tried to calm him down, reminding him that it was a modest sum of money. They laughed and stumbled their way home, making their way through the streets of Crescent Street, their friendship stronger than ever after an unexpected and eventful night at the Jizzy Club, the events of the night becoming a hazy but unforgettable memory.Logan awoke the next day with a pounding headache that made him regret every sip of alcohol he had indulged in the previ