Vincent Troi leaned back in his chair, putting up a small smirk on his face. "Why I did that? You want to know why I froze your account? Well, I did it because I can."The diamond royale credit card was a dominant credit card that could be used in any city within the country, however, it was subjected to the authority of the most powerful financial institution of the particular city it was used for any transaction.Marvin looked puzzled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What? What do you mean you froze my account because you can? Do you even listen to yourself? You're acting like my bank account is your personal property, and I’m some kind of slave. How dare you do such a thing?" Marvin's voice was filled with anger.Mr. Troi remained calm and simply replied, "Keep talking like that, and see where it gets you."Marvin felt the rage boiling inside him, but he knew he needed to think clearly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down. After a moment, he spoke again, this tim

The doors slammed open with a loud bang, making everyone jump in their seats. In stormed ten policemen, all armed with guns and batons. They looked angry and ready for action.Vincent Troi’s heart pounded. His glass of wine slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor. The room, that was once filled with laughter, was now silent. The men stood frozen, with their faces turning pale with fear.The policemen didn’t wait. They moved in fast, raising their batons high. One by one, they started hitting the men, the sound of the batons cracking against their bodies filled the air.Troi’s allies, who were once boasting about their power, now screamed in pain. Franco fell to the ground, and his cigar was still in his mouth as a baton struck his back. "Why are you doing this?" he cried out, but the policemen didn’t stop. Hector tried to shield his face, yelling, "We’re important men! You can’t do this to us!" But the blows kept coming, the blows were hard and without mercy.Vincent Troi, th

Marvin crouched down, his eyes were locked on Mr. Vincent Troi, the tension in the room was thick with anticipation. He leaned in close, his voice dropped into a whisper that sent a chill through Troi’s body."You want to know how I did it?" Marvin’s tone was calm, but there was a dark edge to it. "It all started last week, when I visited your office. You remember that little altercation we had, when you ordered your bodyguards to throw me out don’t you?"Troi’s face paled, and his mind replayed the events of that day. He remembered the chaos that occured that day, the heated words exchanged, but he couldn’t understand what Marvin was getting at."That’s when I set up a backdoor in your laptop," Marvin continued, as his smile was widening. "A backdoor, Mr. Troi, is a hidden way for me to access your computer without you knowing. While you were too busy thinking you’d won, I had already planted my trap."Troi’s heart raced. He stared at Marvin, and his eyes were wide with shock. He ha

Derek laughed out loud as the payment machine displayed "PAYMENT DECLINED" again."Oh, it really happened again, just like I predicted!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His two colleagues burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back.“Well, you know the deal,” Derek said, still chuckling. “Take off your clothes and shoes. You promised.”Marvin's face tightened. “No, run the card once more,” he demanded, his voice was calm but firm.Derek rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Come on, are we really doing this again? What makes you think your card is going to work this time? Are you trying to make a fool out of us?” Derek’s voice grew louder, and frustration was showing in his face.Marvin didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp. “Run the card once more,” he said, his voice was steady but with a chilling edge.Derek paused, noticing the change in Marvin’s expression. Something in those cold eyes made him flinch. He hesitated, but then, abandoning his earlier confidence

Marvin’s assistant Kenny shifted uncomfortably, as his confidence started wavering. The sheer size of the other exhibits, the fancy vehicles, and the obvious wealth of the competitors were intimidating. He looked around at the drones, the robotic arms, and the giant screens showing off complex technology, and he began to feel a sinking sense of inferiority."Marvin," he whispered, hesitating. "Maybe we should have brought more equipment... or something bigger. Everyone else seems so prepared. We just have this one bag…"Before Marvin could respond, a group of contestants approached them. One of them, a woman in a sharp blue suit, eyed Marvin and his assistant with a mocking smile."Are you two really contestants?" she asked, her tone was condescending. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the audience seats?"Her friends laughed, their eyes were gleaming with amusement as they looked at the bag that was now in Marvin's hand.Marvin stood tall, his expression was calm but firm. "W