At the end of the conversation, she simply brought Otis out.
She just came over to say hello, not to keep these old men company with their bullshit.
"You!" Senator Hughes looked very embarrassed by her unmerciful disrespect.
Otis laughed brightly, "Ms. Knowles is always so straightforward. Please don't mind."
Joyce picked up her diamond handbag from the table, "Mr. Robertson, if there's nothing else, I'll go first."
With that said, she was ready to get up.
Otis suddenly reached out and put a hand on her arm.
"What's the hurry? We can play a few rounds together before you leave."
He pointed to the cards tossed all over the coffee table.
Joyce scanned across the table. Otis had the most chips in front of him, so they must have been playing for a while before she arrived.
She sure knew Texas Holdem, which was very simple, and all gamblers liked it.
She had been at Mufron long enough and she sure knew it.
"Mr. Robertson, you've got a great hand today. We've lost a lot to you. Mr. Robertson, aren’t you afraid that this lady might lose all her money? Everyone here is quite good at the game." Mr. Clark teased.
It seemed like he was looking down upon Joyce.
"Oh, Mr. Robertson is just trying to win Ms. Knowles, right?" Senator Hughes gestured to the chips and waved his hand, "The stakes are a little high today. Can Ms. Knowles afford to play?"
Joyce frowned gently when she saw Senator Hughes wave his hand. Five fingers. Was a chip worth fifty thousand?
It was a table full of chips so that could be a multi-million dollar bet.
What a crowd of gamblers!.
"I won’t join you then."
Otis pushed all the chips in front of him to Joyce, "You play a hand. It's okay. It's on me if you lose."
"Oh." Mr. Clark thought of something, "So."
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