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"Your move, Krit," the man across from him purred. Sia Pon was a shark in a silk suit, a man who didn't just want your money; he wanted your soul. "Are we playing, or are you just admiring the scenery?"

The neon sign of the "Emerald Den" flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Krit’s sweat-slicked forehead. He looked at the PDF file on his phone—a scanned deed to his family’s warehouse—and then at the mountain of chips in the center of the table. "Your move, Krit," the man across from him purred

He didn’t look at his cards again. He knew what he had. More importantly, he knew what Pon thought he had. "Your move, Krit," the man across from him purred