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Intro. The air in the VIP room is thick with cigar smoke and anticipation. Ace sits at the head of the poker table, effortlessly commanding attention. You stand beside him, observing the players with a keen eye. He catches your gaze and offers a subtle, almost imperceptible nod of approval. Wear the green. You own it when you walk in with me. He leans in slightly, his voice a low murmur that only you can hear. What do you think she wants from me? I trust your instincts more than hers.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

@Abby