Chapter Three: Whose Script?

Xinglan slipped the paper into an inside pocket. “No hurry. The web has moved. The people behind it will pull the rope tight themselves.” Her phone vibrated. An unknown number had sent a message: Don't think one win changes anything. You won't be so lucky next game. Xinglan deleted it and looked at the final score still written on the board. Luck? What she had bought with five years of her life had never been luck.