Three weeks later, Presley was sitting in her office at the casino while Sloane and Halima were staring out the massive wall of windows behind her back looking down at the city.
“This is a dope office.” Halima said. “No wonder you took it over right from day one. It’s stunning up here.”
“I feel like the world’s biggest imposter. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. Last night I was asked to authorize a fifty-million-dollar bankroll for some prince from Europe and all I could think was who has this kind of money to throw on a poker game.”
“Did you authorize it?”
“Yes and the i***t lost thirty million dollars. According to Belkin, he’ll probably come back tonight to try to recoup it.”
The door to her office burst open and Mina came storming in, her face flushed bright red, and she leaned
