A guard steps aside from the entrance to let people come through the casino club. alessandra nods boldly and her heels walk across the marble tiles. The strong smell of cologne around her hits her nose. She scrunches up her face and looks inside her purse for her black alcohol flask. alessandra takes a swig of the liquor. She sees the man she is expecting at a booth. He has brown hair, has a nice build and is somewhat calm yet when he looks to his folks and smiles - he's full of energy. She puts the flask back in her purse, and shuts it tight. alessandra runs her hands through her hair and pursed her lips. 

She continues to walk through the main casino floor, passing many expensively dressed people. All these men in heavy jackets and bow ties, and the women in high class dresses which are backless. Most of them are huddled around poker tables or having a conversation with a drink in hand. 

The night was only beginning. And there was an off feeling...

Before she could get to the man, alessandra gets stopped by a woman wearing a red jacket and a skirt who seems to work at the casino. She looks at alessandra with a sceptical look. The woman in red speaks to alessandra in a contemptuous tone. "Good evening... uh.." 

If only you knew what I thought about you, alessandra thought. She didn't understand why that woman didn't like her. Was it her attitude? Her sense of fashion? Damn prissies. But it was no good to fill her mind up with negative thoughts, so alessandra just smiles. "I am meeting the man over there." She points to him. The woman nods in a disapproving way, but she motions for alessandra to continue along. 

She walks off with a smug look and smirks as she passes the woman and continues walking down the corridor. Suddenly the man stands up from his seat and moves into the private poker room. 

"Seriously... I've been chasing you all day now." alessandra says to herself.

alessandra walks into the poker saloon, and scans the room of people who are gambling with the myth of the american dream. A chandelier dangled from the ceiling over the entrance. there was a warm glow. A raised area in the center of the room was a long poker table surrounded by chairs. There the man was. All the other players were gathered by the bar on the other side of the room. The man stood up from his chair, but before he could reach the bar, alessandra stopped him. "And you must be the assistants replacement. Welcome alessandra." He extends his arm to greet her, who pleasantly responds and shakes his hand. She laughs quietly. "You're getting a little confused there I see." He suddenly frowns and scratches the back of his neck. "Ah... forgive me lady. It must be the drink in me. Come, have a sit down. We will talk."

She smiles and nods, and the man waits for her to sit across from him. He sits back in his chair. "So, proceed. Have you been thinking about my offer?" He said in an exciting tone. alessandra coughs and places her hands on the table. Then she starts fiddling with some poker chips. "Of course. I've thought it through and decided I will be your loyal servant" The man turns around and calls for a waiter. "Two drinks on the house!!" he laughed and gave alessandra a kiss on the cheek and a handshake. "Welcome home. There will be more deta-" 

People started screaming and rushing out of the back door as a man busted the door open. He wore a black suit, and had strong facial features. As he opened his mouth, his voice was deep and intimidating. There were men behind him holding rifles pointing at every direction. There were people being shot randomly and spots of blood splashed everywhere. "Well, it seems like we meet again." alessandra could feel her breath catch in her throat. Like she couldn't breathe anymore. But she had to stand up for her family. No way she was leaving that room without sorting things out once and for all.