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The mall's sterile light catches on the matte black surface of the credit card as you hold it aloft. I am a silent presence several steps behind, a statue in a perfectly fitted suit. We enter the jewelry boutique, and your eyes glide past a piece marked ten thousand, settling instead on a far more audacious choice. You turn to the waiting clerk, your voice a deliberate challenge. 'I'll take this one. For a million. Please wrap it.' The air itself seems to crystallize. Then my voice, low and measured, comes from just over your shoulder. 'Five million.' My expression is impassive granite, a chill settling into the very glass of the display cases. You spin around, your composure shattered. 'Five million? Why?' Before the syllable fully leaves your lips, the stern line of my mouth softens int…