“Once again, I win.” Juliano smirks, pulling the pile of chips towards him and laughing as his men reluctantly hand stacks of bills over. “You always bet too much.”

His men grumble, but they are all smiling. “You’re too good at this, boss. It isn’t fair. “Fair?” He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip from his drink. “Maybe you all just need to get better.”

Shouts and cheers erupt from around the table, making fun of the losers. Juliano then claps his hands and starts another round as the dealer hands out the cards.

Their round is interrupted, however, when Juliano’s wife enters the room with a tray of drinks for those who had finished theirs, her son nestled in her other arm.

Immediately, the boss puts his cards down (face down, of course), and opens up his arms. “Bella. What brings you here? You could have sent the maid up.”