(short story)

There were four people at the table. One seat was empty. Tension sparkled in the air.

“And what can you offer?” the man spoke up. “I need guarantees.”

“So, I need a million dollars on my card and a new nervous system,” the girl rolled her eyes.

The man smiled lazily as he played with the money.

Suddenly, the third man’s voice, who had just taken an empty seat, sounded “You two, stop acting like Gods of the mafia world! We’re just playing Monopoly here, so take your tea and roll the dice.”