The Magic Black Card

A Genuine Smile

Grandpa Richard furrowed his brow as he contemplated the situation, his piercing gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "That makes some sense," he mused aloud, his voice laced with a touch of reluctant acknowledgment. "We do get noticed if there was to be an increment, so what happened this time?"

The room fell silent, the air pregnant with anticipation as Grandpa Richard's demanding tone hung in the space. His sharp mind sought to unravel the mystery before him, grasping at threads of logic in an attempt to make sense of the puzzling turn of events. With each passing second, the pieces began to slowly fall into place, revealing a glimmer of understanding.

Grandpa Richard's voice reverberated through the room, his words dripping with a blend of displeasure and command. "Gather the media team for questioning," he proclaimed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "They've to take responsibility for being careless." His eyes narrowed, a lingering sense of disappoin