Roland was living it big. He had never felt as happy as he did inside this casino.
He was addicted to the chaos of the slot machines, to leaving everything to fate at the roulette table, to calling bluffs at blackjack just to prove he could. Here, Roland felt like a king.
He had told his wife he would be gone for a week. That had turned into three. He did not see a reason to go back. Home meant obligations. Events he did not care about. A wife who nagged and watched his spending like it was her business.
Vegas did not judge him.
Everything had been going his way. Even his son had found some fool willing to pour hundreds of millions into their company. Roland did not bother asking questions. Money was money.
Women did not interest him much anymore. Respect did. The way staff greeted him by name. The way drinks appeared without him asking. The way other men watched him, knowing he could lose hundreds of thousands in a single night and barely blink.
