Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

The Container Truck

"Understood. We'll be there in five minutes, Master," Joshua's voice came through the phone with a crisp assurance.

With a decisive click, Benjamin promptly ended the call, his calm demeanor a mask of inscrutability that belied the intricate web of plans unfolding beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, outside the circuit, another scene was playing out—a scene shrouded in mystery and intrigue. A towering container truck rumbled to a halt at the entrance gate leading to the circuit's parking lot, its imposing presence drawing the attention of all who beheld it.

Yet, the upright security guard stationed at the gate remained resolute, his unwavering vigilance a barrier against the unknown. He stood his ground, unyielding in the face of the unfamiliar truck's insistence, a silent sentinel guarding the sanctity of the circuit's perimeter.

As the truck approached, the uniformed guard raised a suspicious eyebrow, his trained instincts tingling with a sense of unease. He stood firm, unwavering in hi