Your shift had ended, and you were tidying up the tables and putting the chips away.

You almost missed the white head of hair lying flat on one of the roulette tables, but you were used to the occasional blacked out customer.

As you approached to wake him up, you noticed he was Argo Faraci, the casino's owner.

He was slouched over the table. His arms were bent and folded under his head, and you could hear him sleeping lightly.

“Mmhh…”

He sighed quietly.