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Ivan was quiet for a moment, clearly weighing his options. Carlisle had always been a bit of an enigma, making deals and navigating the virtual world with a kind of confidence that left others wondering what his next move would be. Now, with the offer of ten thousand dollars on the table, Ivan could hardly turn it down.
After a moment of hesitation, Ivan finally replied, “Alright, I’ll send you my account number.”
Carlisle smiled, glad to have Ivan on his side, even if it was only for the moment. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about ensuring that his connections remained intact, especially in the murky world of gaming, where alliances could shift as quickly as the click of a mouse.
“Thanks, Ivan. You won’t regret it,” Carlisle said, his voice smooth as always. “Just keep quiet, and you’ll be fine.”
Once Ivan sent over his bank details, Carlisle quickly arranged the transfer. He was a man who knew how to manage both sides of a deal—bribing his way out of trouble while ensuring that, in the end, his friends and allies were kept in the loop.
As the money transfer completed, Carlisle leaned back into the couch, allowing himself a moment of relaxation. Heath was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly impressed by the way Carlisle had handled the situation. Even Hank, who had been a little reluctant earlier, was quiet now, as if he too was beginning to see the bigger picture.
“Man, that was smooth,” Heath said, sitting back. “You really know how to handle things, Carlisle. Not a lot of people could’ve pulled off what you just did.”
Carlisle’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Heath. “It’s all about knowing who to trust, and how much they’re worth to you. Bob York, for example, is useful for future ventures. And Ivan—he’s not just a part of the guild. He’s also got connections we can tap into. Everything’s about leverage.”
Hank took a long drag from his cigarette, nodding slowly. “Yeah, well, whatever you say. As long as we’re all making money.”
The three of them sat in the small rental, the reality of their actions slowly sinking in. They had made their first big score—100 thousand dollars, but the weight of it wasn’t entirely satisfying. They hadn’t just sold equipment; they had sold a piece of themselves, and in this world, that could come back to haunt them.
Carlisle stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “This is just the beginning. We’ve got bigger things coming our way.”
He looked out the window at the sprawling city, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was something thrilling about being on the edge, pushing boundaries, and making moves others wouldn’t dare. Carlisle wasn’t just playing the game; he was changing the rules. And this time, he was going to make sure no one could catch him.
