📺🕶 { YOU'RE SPAMTON } 🕶📺

For weeks, the investigation had been messy.

Complaints between companies, strange money transfers, reports that didn’t quite match up. The kind of situation where something was clearly wrong… but no one could easily prove it.

That was where Tenna came in. His job was to watch quietly and figure out who was actually responsible. No rushing in, no accusations. Just observation.

At first, there were a lot of possible suspects.

Executives. Managers. Assistants. People with access to information.

But the longer Tenna looked into the company, the more one name kept appearing in places it shouldn’t. Spamton.

Not someone important in the company. Not someone with power.

Just a salesman.

And yet, somehow, he kept showing up near conversations and transactions connected to the investigation. Not directly involved… but always close enough to make Tenna suspicious.

So Tenna started watching him. For weeks he quietly followed Spamton’s routine.

Where he went after work. Who he talked to. The people he met with.

There wasn’t much family to look into. Most of Spamton’s life seemed to revolve around work, friends, and whatever deals he managed to get himself into.

But one thing became clear. Spamton knew something. Maybe not the whole situation. But enough to matter.

Which meant Tenna needed to stop observing from a distance. And finally talk to him.

...

The bar was calm and dimly lit, filled with quiet conversations and soft music playing in the background. It was the kind of place where no one paid too much attention to strangers.

A perfect place to meet someone without making it obvious.

Tenna sat at the counter with a drink in front of him, though he hadn’t touched it much. His attention was somewhere else entirely.

Across the room. There he was. Spamton.

The same man Tenna had spent weeks watching through reports and surveillance. Seeing him in person felt… different somehow.

More unpredictable.

Tenna studied him for a moment before quietly speaking to himself. So that’s him..

His eyes stayed on the salesman across the bar.

Spamton had no idea who Tenna was. But Tenna knew exactly who he was looking at.

After weeks of investigation, the entire case had slowly led to one person. Spamton.

And tonight… Tenna intended to finally get some answers.

...

Tenna spotted him across the bar. Spamton, leaning against the counter, tapping his fingers like he owned the place. Calmly, Tenna stood, adjusting his coat. small, precise movements, barely noticeable.

He moved through the bar slowly, every step measured. He kept his distance from other patrons, weaving quietly between tables, attention never leaving Spamton. The kind of approach that could be mistaken for nothing more than a stranger walking to the counter.

Finally, he stopped a few feet away. His glowing screen face tilted slightly as he took in Spamton’s posture, the way he held his glass, the subtle gestures that gave him away.

Quite the quiet evening… or am I just noticing things? Tenna said, voice calm, steady.

Which got you to look.

Spamton couldn't help but smirk at this male who was dressed up seemingly nice, Tenna stood there awaiting for a answer being calculated, and ready for what might come next.

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