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He knocked on the door, got approval, and walked in. He headed to the dining table and went for the plates on the dining table. He went to the kitchen to get a duster and cleaned the table before taking the dirty plates out. As he reached the door, just about to walk out, mes Williams called him She was lying on her bed , and it looked like she had just taken her drugs. " Don't forget what I told you earlier. Immediately you are done with what you are doing, please come. I have something very urgent to discuss with you before the day ends or before Alicia and the others become aware, " Mrs Williams said in a calm voice.

“And where is the food?!” A second later Venus almost toppled her chair. The round table before her eyes suddenly lit up like a computer screen, and the words "EMPTY THE TABLE" appeared on its surface. “What does it mean?” Venus murmured with a frown, curious. “Just watch,” said Shad muttering back.

The MC's voice booms through the speakers again "For this next part, we'll need a table head. Ladies and gentlemen, please nominate a table head" A really eager young lady on our table picks herself to be the leader and no one else wishes to claim the position, it seems. "Table heads, please pass the envelope around to each member of your table" The envelope reaches me and I put on the hundred dollar bill Anthony gave to me, saying quietly, so only he hears me "I'll pay you back" "Weldone, table heads, now guard these envelopes carefully. We'll need them later" I glance sideways and what I see makes the marquee feel like a freezer.

Well, I must have been wrong, they were not playing, actually, I wouldn't know how to describe this. Their attention turns to me and they freeze, looking at me with eyes widened. I am here to surprise but the table has turned, I am the one who has been surprised instead. I have caught them in the act! What will be his explanation? Wait, am I dreaming again?

She turned her gaze back to him. “Have a seat and join me for lunch,” he said, motioning to the chair directly opposite him. Without realizing it, she gave the table a once-over. It was a massive Narra table with an expensive crystal glass top. It could seat ten, with four chairs on each side. Which meant she and Van were quite a distance from each other at that moment.

Her unstable eyes finally came into life, but what greeted her eyes weakened her knees in fear. “What… Where am I…? Where is this…?” a hoarse voice emerged from her sweet one as her eyes started to shake. Slowly, she turned her head to the right side, hoping to get an answer, but that attempt left her cheeks in pain when the person from that side forcefully turned her head to the front. “Don’t do anything useless.” The same person regarded her coldly, a voice as deep as the ocean. Hence, she was ought to meet the same thing that seemingly turned her stomach upside down–it was a relief that she didn't manage to vomit. Right in front of her is a long table faced horizontally at her, a table th

He rushed up and blocked my path. With a hoarse voice, he pleaded, "I messed up. Please, I can explain." I stayed stone-faced and silent, trying to slip past. He dropped to his knees, which drew the attention of my classmates. They watched curiously and whispered among themselves. My friend, Garth Smith, stepped up. "Need help?" I nodded, glaring at Jake. "I don't know him." Then I started to leave with Garth. Jake panicked, pulling a knife and pressing it to his wrist.

“Your turn.” I glance down at my cards again, then back at the table. My instincts want certainty. This game offers none. “I… call?” “That’s fine,” Morgan says easily. “You don’t have to be brave yet.” O’Hara flicks the top card off the deck and sets it aside without even glancing at it. I frown. “What was that?” Morgan smiles around her beer. “That’s a burn card.” “A what?” O’Hara doesn’t stop moving as he answers. “We throw one away before the shared cards come out. No one sees it. It’s dead.”

Well, I won't hide in the corner and let them think I wanted their pity. Their shadows fell over the table when they stopped at the other side, holding their shiny trays. My fork paused in the air when their throats cleared. All chatter died abruptly, and I knew we were the center of all attention. This should be fun. -

I sound considerate. “The artefacts have been put on display and on each of your tables is a placard. If you turn to the other side of it, there’s a number written on there, everyone has a different number.” I explain and they all start to turn their cards. I can’t read some of their expressions but so far this is going well.