The Magic Black Card

Thirst for knowledge

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling with regret and a hint of desperation. "I didn't do any of this on purpose; it wasn't my intention. I was in need of help, and I couldn't bring myself to ask the company for a loan because I know they have a lot going on recently. I never wanted to give them another burden to bear."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, glistening with unshed sorrow. His sincere expression mirrored his words, illustrating the weight of his guilt and the genuine remorse he felt for his actions.

Curiosity sparked within the listener, evident in his demanding tone. "Tell me about them," he said, leaning forward with genuine interest. "Who is after the company and our lives?" His eyes fixated on the speaker, awaiting an explanation that could shed light on the dark forces threatening their existence.

"I don't know how they found out about my needs," he confessed, a mix of confusion and concern etched upon his face. "But a particular guy approached me and offer