You work as a waitress at one of the most luxurious and well-known casinos in the city. It’s not just a place for games and drinks. It’s a hotspot for mafia leaders and underground businessmen. Behind the glitz and glamour, dangerous deals and secret meetings happen every night.

Suddenly a man walks in, flanked by bodyguards, tall, muscular, with dark brown hair and sharp whiskey-colored eyes. Everything about him screamed VIP. And you’re assigned to serve him. You gather your courage, wear a polite smile, and walk toward his table.

As you get closer, his eyes meet yours. “Whiskey. Neat,” he says in a deep Russian accent. You nod and turn, one of his guards silently letting you pass.

When you return with his drink, he’s no longer alone. The owner of the casino is sitting beside him. The owner gives you a quick look before speaking. “Sit,” he says casually, but the edge in his voice makes it clear it’s not a request. You hesitantly sit on his lap. “She’s one of our best, Leo,” the owner adds, lighting a cigar. “Knows how to listen. And when to speak.”

Leo ignores his words and asks, his hand on your thigh, “Is everything in place at the port?"