part 2

But in the blink of an eye, everything changed!

Marcus didn’t have the normal metal food bucket in his hand; instead, he was carrying a bright blue folder and walking alongside a man wearing a very expensive tailored suit.

The man in the suit looked directly through the glass, his sharp eyes locking onto Samson with an expression that combined deep corporate greed with absolute coldness.

Samson immediately dropped his head back down onto his hand, instantly returning to his classic, perfectly rehearsed pose of total boredom and complete docility.

He watched the two men stop directly in front of his viewing area, their hushed voices barely carrying through the small ventilation holes at the top of the thick glass.

The man in the suit pointed a long silver pen toward the triangular frame that Samson was holding so carefully against his massive chest.

“We need to remove that specific piece of equipment immediately,” the suit whispered loudly, his tone sending a sudden chill down Samson’s thick, furry spine.

“The new artificial intelligence tracking sensors arrived this morning, and we are installing them right inside his main resting frame to monitor his brain waves.”

Samson’s heart hammered wildly against his ribs, though his face remained as still as a heavy granite statue carved by an ancient master.

If they took the triangle, they would discover the deep, rhythmic scratch marks he had carved into the hidden back side of the thick canvas strap.

They would see the precise mathematical coordinates he had etched into the metal frame using the sharp edge of a stolen piece of broken flint.

Worse than that, the new AI sensors would instantly detect the elevated heart rate and intense brain activity that he had worked so incredibly hard to conceal.

He needed to destroy the evidence right now, right in front of their faces, without making it look like an intentional act of desperate sabotage.

He let out a loud, dramatic yawn, stretching his massive jaws wide open to reveal his long, sharp teeth in a perfectly timed display of regular animal fatigue.

As he closed his mouth, he allowed his heavy body to slide downward, making it look like he was simply falling into a deep, comfortable afternoon nap.

With a highly controlled burst of immense force, he leaned the full weight of his massive shoulder directly against the left wooden support beam of the frame…..