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In the heart of Texas, Henry Tamer found himself engrossed in a conversation with a mysterious man at the opulent Metra Hotel. Henry, having informed his family about a supposed business trip, sought solace in the luxurious ambiance of the hotel, puffing contemplatively on a cigar. The other man, equally engaged in the sophisticated environment, noticed Henry's pensive demeanor and initiated a conversation.

Leaning back in his chair, the unknown man spoke in a low, raspy voice, "When will the business stock rise?

Henry, exhaling a cloud of smoke, looked at the man with a contemplative expression. "You talk like a man who knows the game. This is high stakes for the big boys in the country, and it's going to be massive when it blows. I don't have enough dividends to invest."

The mysterious man chuckled, "You seem to have your fingers on the pulse, yet you claim not to have enough dividends. What's your story?"

Henry sighed as if burdened by a heavy secret. "My wife passed away, and I in