What games would he play? Which people would he meet here? Would he gamble his entire fortune away? Or maybe win big enough to keep his heart racing?
A sudden chill ran through him. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
He walked inside.
***
An hour later, Jay sat comfortably in a plush chair next to a roaring fire. The air was filled with the sounds of slot machines. They echoed off the walls, filling the room.
Around him stood dozens of people. Men and women, some dressed formally and others in casual clothes, Some wore glasses or hats. Others had facial piercings and tattoos. Many wore suits, dresses, or skirts. All had smiles on their faces, and none seemed worried about anything.
Everyone here was wealthy beyond belief. But the fact was that Jay was richer than everyone here combined.
