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DIAMOND ROYALE DILEMMA
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Marvin stared at the payment machine in disbelief. His Diamond Royale card had never been declined before.

He had more than forty billion dollars available, so why couldn’t it process this transaction?

How could this happen? he wondered.

He had just used the same card to book a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reservation at the Aurora Grand Hotel.

It worked fine then. So, what was going on now?

Marvin’s hands felt cold as he picked up his card from the counter. Derek looked at him with disappointment, shaking his head slightly.

“You might want to check with your bank,” Derek said, his voice polite but with a hint of doubt. "That is if you brought an actual active diamond royale card."

Two of Derek's colleagues started laughing at Marvin after Derek said that.

Marvin didn’t respond. His mind was spinning with questions.

Was there a problem with the card?

Was it the payment system? Or something else?

Behind him, Marvin could hear whispers. The people who had been watching him from ear
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