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❝𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄.❞
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A surprised ‘what?’ echoed loudly inside the room as soon as the card was laid on the table, whispers can be heard as well. The man who spoke stood still, staring disappointedly at the stack of money that he just lost.

On the other hand, the person across him wore a smirk on his lips with an evil glint on his eyes. With just a snap of his fingers, the money was immediately placed inside a bag as he stood up, looking around the room as people glanced at him with awe.

“See you next week.” He said with a teasing smile, walking out of the room, a group of men following right after.

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As soon as he sat inside the backseat, his secretary handed him a black envelope.

“What’s this?” he said curiously as he traced the text written on the envelope – his name in bold letters, embossed in gold.

The secretary just shrugged, “I suggest you open it and check, sir.”

And open it he did.

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Surprise was an understatement for what he felt as he read the letter inside. It was an invitation to a party, not just any party, but a 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺.

Gambling was just his 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺, something he did when he was stressed from racing around the track, something to vent all his frustrations out when can’t do anything right.

The address written was a place he knew, everybody did. 𝘏𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘬𝘢𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺, a well-known school that houses the most wealthy and influential people in the country.

He can feel his hands sweating up, wiping it against his slacks. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵, he thought.

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It was 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 already, and here he was standing nervously outside with the invitation clutched against his hand.

He breathed in deeply and fixed his coat as he entered the premises, his eyes glancing everywhere, making himself believe that he was really 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

“I believe you have received our invitation, Mr. Ferragni.”

A voice spoke behind him, making him stop against his tracks, turning around to see the infamous student council president of Hyakkaou, Kirari Momobami, in all her glory. The envelope felt heavy against his palm as he nodded.

“Why am I exactly… here?”

“I think we both know why.”

“Gambling, isn’t it?” He asked, regaining his confidence as he stood straight in front of her.

“Correct. We’ve seen you play, Mr. Ferragni. All three of us did.”

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦? He thought, but before he could voice out a question to ask who she was referring to, two figures walked towards her, offering him a smile.

“Ririka Momobami, also known as the student council vice-president.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴.

“Sayaka Igarashi, Kirari’s secretary. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

“I still don’t know why I’m here. Yes, I gamble, a lot. But really? Why am I 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?” His voice sounded really confused, in which earned him a chuckle from the three.

“Welcome to Hyakkaou Private Academy, your new 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, Mr. Ferragni, or should I say, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘪?”

Brent Josiah Ferragni Momobami, a drag racer by day, an elite gambler by night? He likes the sound of that.

— end of thread.