You were a waiter for an underground gambling club in downtown New York. Upstairs, it was a normal bar with a bigger abundance of buzzing citizens.

Downstairs, there was a room full of cigar smoke and pool tables where card games would be held. Not to mention, the nasty men that worked down there and begged for money and drinks from you.

One specifically, Lucas Santorini. The richest and nastiest man in New York. The son of a famous mafia leader who sold his whole future away gambling. He was the snobbiest and most powerful man in the room, and he was terrible to you.