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Debra met his gaze steadily. "I don't know how to control the dice."

She couldn't do it like others, rolling the exact number Drake wanted.

His eyes narrowed. "You don't know how, yet you asked me to take you here?"

"But even so, I can still make money," Debra countered. "Didn't I help you make some just now?"

Drake's frown deepened, but she pressed on. "Sure, I can't control the dice, but I know human nature. No one can win forever by betting all on small or big while doubling the stakes each time. Eventually, they'll lose. It's inevitable." "And you think that's some brilliant strategy?" he scoffed. "If that idiot down there had any clue what he was doing, do you think you'd have been able to take him for that much?"

Debra accepted his scolding without protest.

"If you can't handle being a dealer, then get out of here. Stop wasting my time," Drake snapped, turning to the manager. "Take her back."

"Yes, boss." The manager nodded and turned to Debra. "Ms. Frazier, please come with me."

Debra muttered reluctantly, "Just because I don't know how to roll dice doesn't mean I'm useless. You run legitimate businesses in public. I refuse to believe there's nothing else I could handle."

In my world, there are only two kinds of jobs for women. Which do you

line of business was either what she had just done or

the women he had encountered could only do

But Debra was undeterred.

pianist. You

on what? Your black box admission into Arcane

like you've

"You think that's impressive?"

Master's degree in linguistics. That wasn't something

she scanned the crowd and spotted a passing foreign guest. Without hesitation, she began conversing

widened in

for approval, but his

a piano and sat down to play Clair de Lune. The note

was impressed.

weekend pianists