The Strategist and the Salesman
39 parts Ongoing He smirked again, stepping back into the shadows. "Don't disappoint me, Mei-Ling."
She froze, her heart skipping a beat. "How do you know my name?"
The salesman didn't answer. Instead, he flipped his lighter open one last time, the small flame casting an eerie glow over his sharp features, letting her admire his face once more. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he extinguished it and disappeared into the crowd.
Mei-Ling stared after him, the card clutched tightly in her hand. Her mind raced, a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and unease swirling within her. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?
For the first time in a long time, she knew she was playing a game she didn't fully understand.
And yet she couldn't wait to win.