The man walked into the upscale restaurant, his confident stride masking the guilt of his recent fraudulent activities. He had just pulled off a clever scam, and the thrill of it still buzzed in his veins. Settling into a plush chair, he ordered the most expensive items on the menu—a juicy steak, a bottle of fine wine, and a decadent dessert. He savored every bite, relishing the luxury he didn’t deserve.
When the waiter brought the bill, he flashed a charming smile and said, “Just put it on room 103, please.” The waiter nodded and began to walk away. But just then, a passerby—a middle-aged man with a curious expression—stopped in his tracks.
“Hey, that’s *my* room,” the man said, raising an eyebrow.
The fraudster’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t miss a beat. With a sheepish grin and a casual wave of his hand, he corrected himself. “Oh, my bad! I meant room 203. Hehe… long day, you know how it is.” He laughed lightly, as if it were the most natural mistake in the world.
The passerby studied him for a moment, then shrugged and walked off. The waiter, seemingly unconcerned, adjusted the bill and left. The fraudster leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly. That was close—too close. But his quick thinking had saved him, as it always did.
As he sipped the last of his wine, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Life was a game, and he was always one step ahead. Or so he thought. Little did he know, the passerby had noted his face and room number, and the wheels of karma were already turning. But for now, he was content, basking in the glow of another successful deception.
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