"Mr. Geller, you wouldn't mind if I finish my work first, would you?" she asked, her smile sharp and devoid of any warmth. Mr. Geller's smile faltered, his teeth tightly clenched as he replied, "How could I refuse our Junior Mrs. Bernard?"
With a sly grin, Amaya turned to Daniel. "Hand me the paper," she commanded. He reached into his bag, pulling out a document and passing it to her. She then approached Zeya's mom, her expression innocent. "Aunty, I'm interested in purchasing the land and house registered under your name in Dilute City. Name your price; I'm ready to meet it."
"What?!?!" The room erupted in shock, eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait! Young lady, which property are you referring to?!?" Mr. Geller shouted, stepping closer to Amaya, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. Daniel instinctively moved in front of her, his gaze fierce as he faced Mr. Geller.
"A-Ama, what are you saying?" Zeya's mom stammered, her mind racing as she stared at Amaya in utter astonishment. Amaya pushed Daniel slightly behind her and smirked, "Would 200 million dollars be enough?" she asked, her tone teasing yet serious. Zeya's mom gasped, her eyes nearly bulging from her head. Mr. Martin's jaw tightened, frustration radiating from him as he interjected, "I'm afraid to inform you, Junior Mrs. Bernard, but we've already set our sights on that property—"
"400 million dollars," she interjected, her voice slicing through the thick tension like a knife, her gaze unwavering and locked onto Zeya's mom, a fierce challenge shimmering in her eyes. Mr. Martin's jaw tightened, the muscles in his face twitching with barely contained rage as he spat, "500 million dollars!"
Amaya's smile blossomed, bright and fierce, radiating confidence as she leaned slightly forward, the corners of her lips curling in a way that suggested she was enjoying the game. "600 million dollars," she countered, her tone smooth yet edged with defiance.
"900 million dollars!" Mr. Martin barked, the desperation creeping into his voice as his frustration mounted.
Seeing Amaya silent, Mr. Geller stepped closer, a smug smirk plastered across his face, his eyes glinting with arrogance. "Young lady, I'm quite impressed by your confidence, but this isn't a video game or your dollhouse where things go as you wish. It's an adult world. Don't let this loss crush your spirit—after all, no one has ever—"
"2 billion dollars," she interrupted, her voice warm yet laced with a steely resolve, her smile radiant as she turned her gaze to Zeya's mom. "Please sign! I'll transfer the money to your bank account in a heartbeat." She extended the pen toward Zeya's mom, her expression shifting as she turned her glare onto Mr. Geller, her eyes narrowing.
"What a coincidence, Mr. Geller. This young lady has never lost and never will. Unfortunately, I can't say don't let this loss crush your spirit," Amaya smirked, leaning in slightly, her confidence radiating like heat from a fire. "After all, it's a young lady with whom you've just lost. And one more thing—whether it's a dollhouse or an adult world, if I'm involved, it'll always be my playground."
Coffee by his side, mobile in hand, Seth scrolled through his social media, seemingly unfazed. Fred and Elli were engrossed in their laptops, their teas steaming beside them. Meanwhile, Sophia, Zeya, Somiya, and Demi were absorbed in a game of Ludo on their phones. The café buzzed quietly, each of them lost in their own world, one cup in front of each.
*Ding*
Seth took a sip of his coffee, barely glancing at the notification that popped up.
"Dear customer, Your account 034##78950 has been withdrawn by 500,000,000.00..."
He rolled his eyes, dismissing the message with a casual swipe, and returned to scrolling through his social media, completely indifferent to the millions that had just vanished from his account. To him, it was just another day until he got another message.
*Ding*
"Dear customer, Your account 079##63482 has been withdrawn by 500,000,000.00…"
He furrowed his brows deeply, the lines on his forehead creasing like a map of his rising panic. "Wait, what? Did I just lose half a billion dollars?!" His voice trembled slightly, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if trying to wipe away the absurdity of the situation. The room fell silent, and everyone turned their heads towards Seth, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern. "Half a billion?" Fred echoed, his brow knitting together in confusion.
"Yeah…someone just withdrew one billion from my two different accounts. This can't be real! Am I being pranked? I mean, how does someone just withdraw that much money?!" Seth whispered urgently, his eyes darting between his friends, searching for reassurance. Sophia straightened in her chair, her demeanor calm despite the chaos. "In a special case, we can, but it requires extensive bank paperwork. You're a premium account holder, so you have access to higher withdrawal limits than others," she explained, her voice steady and soothing.
*Ding*
"Dear customer, your account 025##89061 has been withdrawn by 500,000,000.00…"
"Seriously? From another account too! Who the hell is even withdrawing money from my accounts?!?" Seth exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists as he stared at the screen. It felt like he was trapped in a bizarre game show, where the only prize was losing everything he had. Frustrated, he leaned back in his chair, the bitter taste of his coffee lingering on his tongue as he tried to process the surreal turn of events. He grabbed his coffee and took a big sip to calm down.
*Ding*
"Dear customer, your account 029##74351 has been withdrawn by 500,000,000.00..."
"Cough cough!!" Coffee sprayed from his mouth, splattering the table as he rubbed his chest, gasping for air. Demi, who was seated next to Seth, shot up in alarm, her eyes wide with concern. "Dude, are you okay? You look like a ghost just possessed you!"
"Another one?!" Seth exclaimed, his eyes bulging in disbelief. "I mean, I'm used to seeing big numbers, but this? This is a whole new level of shock! Did my account just get hacked, or did I accidentally sign up for a financial horror movie? I can't just lose billions like it's pocket change!!"
He began to pace the room, his heart racing like a drum in his chest. "I'm a billionaire, but this is next-level insane! I need to call my bank and sort this out before I find myself broke and living on the streets!" Frustration painted his face as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the chaos while dialing the bank's number.
"Hello–"
"Hello my foot! Who the heck is withdrawing money from my account?!?" Seth shouted, his voice full of fury, startling the bank employee on the other end. "Sir, please calm down. Can you provide your account number and name?" A soft voice came through, and Seth clenched his fist, slamming it on the table in frustration. "Premium account holder, Seth Bernard, 029##74351…" he spat, his friends exchanging worried glances. "Please hold for a moment, sir," the employee replied.
"Sir, you've specifically requested us via email to approve transactions over a billion dollars. After we rejected that proposal, you asked for a transaction over a million dollars and signed all necessary documents for it." The revelation hit Seth like a ton of bricks. "Wait, request? Who signed those documents?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice. "There is your signature, sir." Seth blinked rapidly, struggling to recall when he had signed anything in the past few days. "When did I sign those documents, and when did I send that email?" he pressed, narrowing his eyes, desperation etched on his face. "You sent us an email three days ago, and you signed the paperwork yesterday." Seth clicked his tongue, letting out a heavy sigh as he slumped back in his chair. "Sir, if you didn't authorize the transaction, should I temporarily–" "No, no need for that anymore. Don't halt the transaction. I apologize for my earlier rudeness." Seth's voice softened as he hung up, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Sid, hand me your phone for a moment. I'll be back in a week; keep my apartment keys, and… I hope you look like you're a hundred years old by the time I return."
"That witch…" he muttered, a smirk forming on his lips as he recalled Amaya's parting words before heading to Feather City. "What's going on? Who did it?" Elli inquired. Seth shook his head, shifting in his seat as he replied, "It was mom."
"Alright, let's get going. I'll drop you off first," Amaya said, adjusting her helmet. Daniel, fastening his helmet as well, replied, "Actually, let's stop by there first. I'd like to see him too." Amaya nodded and gave a quick wave to Zeya's mom before they took off.
Zeya, my dear, you hold a diamond that sparkles with its own charm, yet it bears the name of another, a shadow of their presence forever marked upon it.
Zeya's mom watched Amaya leave, her eyes glistening with tears as a bittersweet smile crept across her face.
As your mother, I urge you to see the truth in this; if you wait too long to understand, that precious gem may shatter, leaving your heart to bleed as you try to carve your own name into its broken pieces.