He studied his plate. On it was a single slice of lime shining in
the low light of the restaurant. The
plate was clean, but of simple design. Out
of place with a mastermind such as himself.
The white of the plate looked even brighter with sharp contrast of green
in the center. The fruit was moist and
bitter, perfectly segmented into slices, a harsh-tasting rind edging around it. Beside the plate and lime was a triangular
napkin. It had a few simple designs of
swirls, but was also far too plain for the brilliant brain beholding it. That would change tonight. In the center of the triangle was a bright,
polished silver piece. He slid his hand
forward to grasp it, simultaneously grasping his future and his wealth. His hand wrapped around the handle of the
silver knife.
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