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AN UNUSUAL REQUEST
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At exactly ten in the morning, Marvin stepped out of his suite. The hallway was filled with hotel staff scurrying to and fro and each of them bowed in greeting as he passed.

He had done the impossible some days ago and that act left them in awe and they were impressed.

But Marvin didn’t even glance at them. He moved with purpose, his gaze was set straight ahead.

The whispers of respect and fear followed him like a shadow.

As he reached the front doors, he stepped into the bright courtyard. There, waiting for him, was a sleek Lamborghini Aventador limousine. Standing next to it was the butler assigned to him, dressed sharply in his uniform.

“Good morning, sir,” the butler greeted, bowing deeply.

“Yes, good morning,” Marvin replied, his voice was calm but distant.

The butler straightened up and asked, “Please, sir, may I know the reason for your outing today and where you wish to go?”

Marvin glanced at him. “I want you to drive me to a restaurant that serves spicy peanut butter noodles
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