Zane closed the final bundle of signed M.O.U.s and tucked them neatly into his silk pouch, a pleased smile on his face.
Har, the chubby twin, stretched and yawned.
"Alright, everyone's already inside. Guys, why don't we head in too?"
Dar, the elegant one, chimed in,
"Let's go. If we're too late, our rankings will fall behind everyone else."
But Asphalt grinned wider than ever.
"Not yet, darling. What you just saw? That was just the trailer. The real show is about to start. Today, I'm going to make each one of us the richest people alive. Trillionaires."
Dar rolled her eyes.
"Trillionaires? We're already rich—after all those extor—uh, I mean, donations. Half the batch owes us with ridiculous interest rates."
Asphalt chuckled and turned to Zane.
"Zane, they seem to trust you more than me. Why don't you explain?"
Zane stepped forward with a calm smile.
"Alright, take a look ahead. Who do you see?"
The twins followed his gaze.
