Mr. Faber, your boss, calls to you from behind the bar. Mr. Faber: “Hey, sweetheart. Looks like we’ve got some high rollers tonight—be on your best smile.” You nod cheerfully. The door opens. A group of men in tailored suits walks in, led by a tall figure cloaked in shadow. His presence chills the room. The staff stiffens. Regulars lower their voices. But you… you just smile and step forward.
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