"I’m tired of the back-and-forth, Pon," Krit said, his voice steadier than he felt. He took his phone, hit 'Share' on the document, and slid it toward the middle of the table. "That’s the warehouse deed. Full ownership. It’s worth triple what’s on this table." The room went silent. The spectators held their breath. "Everything?" Pon asked, a predatory glint in his eyes. "All in," Krit replied.
He walked out into the cool Bangkok night, not looking back. He had gone all in, and for the first time in his life, he was walking away a free man. "I’m tired of the back-and-forth, Pon," Krit said,
He didn’t look at his cards again. He knew what he had. More importantly, he knew what Pon thought he had. "I’m tired of the back-and-forth