Since The Myriad opened its gilt doors to guests two years ago, it had never had a quiet night.
For twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, an exciting buzz filled the casino’s atmosphere.
Guests in tuxedoes and glittering dresses moved around in the rich and beautiful surroundings.
If and when they grew tired from the endless offerings of entertainment, they could refresh themselves at any of the twelve top-rated restaurants and salons, or retire to the magnificent suites with round-the-clock services at hand.
The casino’s tight security and dedication to discretion made it a regular hangout for celebrities, society figures and high-flying businessmen.
Of course, like any other such establishment, The Myriad also had a long list of personae non gratae.
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