Chapter 249 The Maid(1)

• Mike only half smirked as he swept his gaze over the building before him, twirling the keys to the property around one finger. He knew he should feel glee as he surveyed his winnings, but even in this moment, a little voice in the back of his mind was fighting back, reminding him, as it always did, that all good things in his life were fleeting. Why should this be any different? The voice was small, but its constant presence ensured he never got too complacent.
• He was no stranger to high-stakes gambling, the activity leading to most of the high points in his life and all of his lows. Every time he’d won enough to bow out comfortably he just had to bet it all on just one more game, always inevitably leading to disaster.
• In tonight's game a hand had blossomed, the pot growing and growing even after the all in stakes had been called. The guy had bet a night with his wife, Mike had bet his designer clothes, the guy had bet his second city home, Mike had bet his Lotus, on which, he’d stressed, the paint was still drying.