"Remember you? Bah! How can I forget you! As soon as I heard that the girl lost, all I could think about was the young man who told me she would lose in the first round! How the hell did you figure that out?"
Zavier instantly knew that the man hadn't been at the match. He had been so confident about the results that he hadn't seen the need to be physically present there. That actually explained why he wasn't particularly mad.
"Lucky guess," Zavier shrugged. "I'm sorry things didn't work out as planned. I'm sure you had a lot riding on Sabrina winning."
"Are you kidding? That was the best business I've had in a while!"
Zavier squinted, "I'm not sure I follow…"
"Think about it kid, this is a betting shop, with so many people placing bets on that girl winning, if they had all won, the shop would have lost a lot of money. But thanks to her loss, I made serious bank on that single match!!"
