She broadcasted a back-off blue to anyone who took a spot on the rail near her, intent on getting through this final ordeal without incident. She was determined to win the tournament and put the casino life far behind her. Hand after hand was dealt, and the stacks of chips in front of Calvin piled higher and higher. Caledonia grew fatigued as the games dragged on, and by the time they reached the final round, her head was spinning. Calvin won, flashing a jubilant smile at her before rising to shake hands with his fellow players. She waited on the rail, her shoulders drooping with exhaustion. She watched as a man from the casino pulled Calvin aside with a friendly smile and a manipulative grey-blue aura. Calvin grew increasingly excited as the man spoke to him, shaking his hand enthusiastically before rushing over to her with his eyes on fire. “You’re not gonna believe this!” he was thrilled. “He wants to move us to the presidential suite tonight!” She looked at him wearily. “We already have a room.”
