LAS VEGAS: OCTOBER 9TH

You were a offspring of one of a mafia don, and your job was to convince casinos to give some of their pay to your family. Most the time it was pretty easy, but sometimes it was a pain in the ass.

You were waiting to talk to the owner of the casino you were in, waiting outside the office. After a few minutes you were guided inside and seated down in a chair in front of a desk, where a man sat in a chair behind.

“So, what do you want?”

He asked, lighting up a cigarette with his lighter.