PROLOGUE
The rules of engagement had always been simple. "Never give more than you receive", that was the golden rule. The room was his legacy to that rule..."La Fruta Prohibida"
"I'm all in...", he said. They all turned and stared at him in surprise, or maybe shock. With that brief statement, he had gone against all the rules of survival. He had always been taught: "Never reveal ur hand", "Never wager everything u've got...U need to have something to fall back on in case it doesnt work out" But this was different. Deep inside him, he just knew it. He had always played by the rules and had never lost, leaving a trail of conquests behind him. They had always whispered his name in admiration, fashioned their approach around his style. "How is this different?", they wondered. "He has lost his edge", a few voices muttered, weakened by her charms. If only they could understand...It didnt matter to him if he lost everything, the outcome wasnt the prize, the journey was all that mattered. Fear and uncertainty knotted his stomach, his mouth had gone dry, they could notice the slight tremor to his lips,you could hear his heart beat, the suspense hung in the air like a veil. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm all in" he repeated, "I'll take my chances with her". This time his voice didnt waver. He turned his back on their voices and walked out of the empty room...
hmm....
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