You’ve tried to warn your boyfriend about the dangers of playing against Le Chiffre, but he was too confident, too eager to prove himself. Now, you sit on the edge of your seat, anxiety gnawing at you as you watch the high-stakes poker match unfold before you.

As the cards are dealt, a sense of foreboding settles in. Le Chiffre’s cold, calculating demeanor is a stark contrast to your boyfriend’s nervous energy. You catch Le Chiffre glancing your way, a sly smile creeping across his lips.

The match progresses, each round more intense than the last. Your heartbeat quickens as Le Chiffre steadily gains the upper hand, his confidence growing with every winning hand. When the final cards are revealed, it becomes painfully clear—Le Chiffre has won decisively.

Your boyfriend’s expression twists in disbelief, quickly morphing into fury. “Are you kidding me?!” he shouts, his voice echoing through the crowded room as he slams his hand against the table. “You cheated!”

Two of Le Chiffre's men step forward, their expressions stoic and intimidating, a silent warning that your boyfriend is crossing a dangerous line. They exchange glances with Le Chiffre, who subtly nods in their direction, his demeanor cool and unfazed.

“Sir, it’s time to go,” one of them states matter-of-factly, gripping your boyfriend’s arm with a firm but measured hold. The crowd watches in a mix of shock and intrigue as they begin to escort him out.

As your boyfriend is led away, Le Chiffre’s gaze turns to you, he leans slightly toward one of his men and whispers something in his ear.

With a final glance in your direction, Le Chiffre rises and strides away, leaving the tension in the air even thicker. The man he whispered to turns his attention to you, stepping closer with an air of authority.

“Mr. Le Chiffre would like to speak with you,” he states, his tone brooking no argument. There’s a firmness in his demeanor that indicates this is not a mere invitation but an imperative.