Marvin blinked in disbelief, his gaze shifted between the Prime Minister and the rabbit in the cage. His mind struggled to process what he had just heard.“Do rabbits think?” Marvin blurted out, his voice was laced with skepticism. “For goodness' sake, they are animals!”The Prime Minister chuckled softly, folding his hands behind his back. His piercing blue eyes held a glint of amusement.“Oh yes, Marvin, rabbits do think,” he said confidently. “They may not think like humans, but their minds are constantly at work.”Marvin raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced.The Prime Minister continued, raising one finger. “First, rabbits remember faces. If you are kind to them, they recognize you and respond positively. But if you harm them, they will avoid you or even act aggressively.”He raised a second finger. “Second, rabbits feel emotions. They experience fear, joy, and even loneliness. If a rabbit loses its companion, it can become sad and refuse to eat.”A third finger went up. “Third,

Marvin blinked rapidly, forcing himself to snap out of whatever daze had taken hold of him. He cleared his throat, with his mind scrambling to recover, but instead, it went completely blank.He hesitated before speaking, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um… sorry, what question?”The words came out slower than he intended, and as soon as he said them, a wave of shame washed over him. He had just made a fool of himself.Helena’s brows lifted slightly. “Why are you acting weird?” she asked, tilting her head again. “I was asking how your mind training was.”Marvin exhaled, regaining some composure. “Oh, about that,” he said, quickly searching for the right words. “It was… good. I was glad to try something new. But that rabbit’s mind…” He paused, shaking his head. “It was unstable. Like a quantum particle in a superposition state—constantly shifting, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down.”Helena’s lips curved into a small smile. “That makes sense,” she said. “A rabbit’s thoughts flick

Marvin stepped away from Helena as he answered the call. His voice was steady. "Oliver, why are you calling me?"There was a brief pause before Oliver Grant’s voice came through the line, laced with urgency. "Sir, I need you to come to the shore immediately. There's an issue with the solar components."Marvin’s brow furrowed. "What issue?"Oliver exhaled sharply. "Our suppliers informed us that the monthly solar components have arrived, so we moved our transport trucks to receive them. But when we got there, some people from the AETC were already there, claiming rights over part of the shipment."Marvin’s expression darkened. "The AETC?" He knew the name well—the Advanced Energy and Technology Commission. "Can’t you handle it?" he asked, his voice was calm but firm."Sir," Oliver hesitated before continuing, "I wish I could. But this is the AETC we’re talking about. If we don’t handle this carefully, it could cause serious problems for us. I need you to come here personally to tackle

Marvin stood silently for a moment, processing the gravity of the situation. The weight of the note in his hand felt heavier with every passing second. His mind raced, analyzing every possibility. This wasn’t just a simple dispute—it was more complicated, deeper, and far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He could feel the pressure building around him, the eyes of the AETC representatives and law enforcement officers still fixed on him, waiting for his response.Oliver Grant, still standing by Marvin’s side, stared at the paper in disbelief, his face shifted from confusion to suspicion. “So, you’re telling me the Prime Minister is involved in this? But why would we have problems with the AETC if he’s the one who funded the shipment?” Oliver whispered, his voice was low but filled with concern. He couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice. If the Prime Minister was behind this, why were they being threatened with the seizure of their goods?How could they sense a foul play in t

“Okay, listen,” his uncle continued after a moment of thought. “I’ll try to get in touch with the Prime Minister from my end. You stay calm, Marvin. We’ll figure this out. We have to.”Marvin let out a deep, shaky breath, feeling the smallest flicker of relief at the sound of his uncle’s confidence. “I appreciate it, Uncle. But please, hurry. I don’t know how much longer we have before this all completely unravels.”“I’ve got you covered,” Uncle Christopher said, his voice was steady and resolute. “I’ll make the call. Stay put. I’ll handle this.”Marvin ended the call and leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt like a man standing on the edge of a precipice, with nothing but a swirling abyss below him. His mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts—each one more urgent than the last. The fear was overwhelming, but he couldn’t afford to let it consume him. He had to hold it together. For his company. For the future.Suddenly, his phone rang aga