This was purely for kicking back.
Beta Sawyer informed me they were playing poker in the card room.
I smiled knowingly—wealthy businessmen really loved their expensive games.
We found seats and grabbed some sweets.
About an hour later, Sebastian called, wanting us there.
Beta Sawyer and I hurried over.
The card room was thick with cigar smoke. Wealthy men sat around an oval poker table—some winning with smug grins, others losing with bitter faces. Chips were piled on the table, a sexy dealer was dealing cards, and waiters circulated with red wine, champagne, and cigars. With calls of "I'm in" and "I fold," they were living the high life.
Sebastian wasn't smoking. A glass of champagne sat beside him, and his cool vibe seemed to exist in a different dimension from everyone else.
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