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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."

carefully. In my world, there are

heavy in the air. The work for women in his line of business was either what she

because all the women he had

But Debra was undeterred.

financial planner, or pianist. You name it, and I can do

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you've

"You think that's impressive?"

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

prove her point, she scanned the crowd and spotted a passing foreign

widened in surprise.

turned to Drake for approval, but

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

manager was impressed.

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