As the door clicked shut behind Frederick, Ashok let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Things had escalated far more than he had initially intended. What was supposed to be a simple bit of fun—perhaps even a harmless provocation—had spiraled into something far more involved.
He hadn't expected Frederick to scrutinize him so closely, let alone pay enough attention to notice the new Merit Points added to his ID Card.
Still, he had managed to turn the situation to his advantage.
The old man's curiosity—bordering on obsession with gossip—had played right into Ashok's hands.
He'd milked it for all it was worth and walked away with a hefty pile of credits in exchange for a simple tale.
'Even so… it's not enough. I still need more.' Ashok's red eyes narrowed, his thoughts drifting toward the days ahead.
The reason behind his insatiable hunger for credits wasn't luxury or laziness— that he was usually into, it was preparation.
