Wandering through the casino she now owned, Presley was trying to get a feel for the way people gravitated to the flash and noise of the scene.
She couldn’t understand it at all. Perhaps because she’d never felt a desperate need to make ends meet or to find a quick way to make cash, the appeal to throw money into a machine in hopes of a jackpot never appealed to her. There was more than one person sitting at the slot machines who were greasy-haired and reeking of desperation. It reminded her she was better off than most for the entirety of her life. Now, though, she was far wealthier than any of these people at the machines would dream of being even if they hit it right and won a jackpot.
She didn’t deserve any of it.
She was taking it though. Presley lifted her chin defiantly. If for
