The private room was all plush leather and polished mahogany, a sanctuary of exclusivity within the Ferrari showroom. Alicia shut the door behind them, her fingers tightening slightly around her business card as Hez studied it with deliberate slowness.
[Current Money: 1,630,000]
[Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 30]
[Status: Respectful but Wary]
Silence stretched between them, thick and charged. Finally, Hez looked up.
Hez: "Is this your real number?"
Alicia stiffened, her professional mask slipping for a fraction of a second.
Alicia: "It’s the one I provide to clients, yes."
Hez smirked, tossing the card onto the table between them.
Hez: "And the one you give to friends?"
Alicia’s breath hitched. The system updated:
[Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 30 → 35] (Caught off guard, intrigued)
She hesitated, then exhaled sharply.
Alicia: "I have a private line. For family and… select people."
Hez leaned forward, his voice dropping to a murmur.
Hez: "Give it to me, and the fourth SF90 is yours."
Alicia’s eyes widened. The system pinged again:
[Alicia Voss - Emotional Conflict Detected]
[Temptation: High]
A beat passed. Then, with a slow, measured motion, Alicia pulled out her phone and recited a number—one not printed on her card.
The system fred:
[Alicia Voss - Private Contact Acquired]
[Familiarity: 35 → 50]
[Status: Personally Invested]
Hez grinned, standing to leave.
Hez: "Pleasure doing business, Alicia."
As the door closed behind him, the system’s final message pulsed ominously:
[New Recipient Fully Engaged]
[Prepare for System Expansion]
The game had just gained a new pyer.
***
The showroom's gss doors slid shut behind Hez, Maya, and Lena, leaving Alicia standing frozen amidst the buzzing hum of her colleagues.
Salesman #1: "Alicia, you legend! Four SF90s in one day—and one’s yours?!"
Salesman #2: "What did you do for him? No way that’s just luck!"
Their ughter and elbow nudges faded into white noise as Alicia stared at the ownership papers in her hands—her name printed boldly under "Ferrari SF90 Spider - 410,000".
This isn’t real.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number:
"Please meet me at Silvercrest Realty."
Alicia’s breath caught. Him.
The system, invisible to her, pulsed in Hez’s distant vision:
[Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 50 → 55]
[Status: Obsessive Curiosity Activated]
One of her colleagues snatched the papers, whistling.
Salesman #3: "Damn, Alicia! When’s our turn with a sugar daddy?"
Alicia snatched the documents back, her voice icy.
Alicia: "Shut up."
But as she stormed off, her fingers were already typing a reply:
"Why?"
The response was instant.
Hez: "You’ll see."
***
The sleek red Ferrari purred to a stop in front of Silvercrest Realty, its polished exterior reflecting the afternoon sun. Alicia stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approached the office door, her mind still reeling from the surreal turn of events.
Inside, Hez lounged on a plush sofa, a middle-aged man in a tailored suit—likely the realtor—sitting across from him. Documents were spread across the coffee table, a pen resting atop them like an invitation.
Alicia hesitated at the entrance.
Hez (without looking up): "Sit."
She obeyed, settling beside him, her posture rigid with tension.
The realtor smiled warmly.
Realtor: "Miss Voss, we just need your identification card to process the paperwork. This is for the apartment in the new waterfront development."
Alicia’s breath caught.
Alicia (voice barely steady): "I—I never applied for a house. I’m renting right now."
Hez (casually, as if discussing the weather): "Like the Ferrari, I’m paying for it."
The system flickered in his vision:
[Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 55 → 70]
[Status: Overwhelmed, but Deeply Invested]
Alicia’s fingers trembled as she pulled out her ID, her mind racing. Who was this man? Why was he doing this?
The realtor took the card, his smile never wavering.
Realtor: "Excellent. You’ll be the sole owner—no
strings attached."
No strings? Alicia gnced at Hez, but his expression gave nothing away.
