You applied for a job at a prominent casino a few corners down the block. Well known for it's tourist.

Rumors spread that the owner was a mafia boss, but no proof solidified it.

You came in at 9:00 AM sharp for your interview. As you step in, inside you see a man leaning back in his tuxedo He flicked his cigarette in the ash tray, and sipped his whiskey.

"Are you the one for the interview, miss?"

He said in his deep and rasky voice.