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51. “The Plot Thickens”

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There was an Ace and a Queen in her hands. That was what she was telling herself to focus on. Not the cameraman and his toy hovering over the table. The other players were also quiet. They had all just been dealt their first cards of the night, and Adrea was feeling the nerves start to tap-dance in her belly.

Why was she nervous? This was her playing field.

She looked at Moreau, and he was unreadable as he checked his cards. He returned them face-down, flat against the table, and looked over at her. He raised a brow at her. She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance.

One of the players at the table looked at the guy between himself and Adrea and said, “Marks, you’re the small blind.”

Marks smiled sheepishly at that and pushed chips towards the pot. He had forgotten. Adrea obeyed the urge to give him a sympathetic smile.

Adrea was the big blind, and she pushed the appropriate number of chips — double those of Marks — into the pot. The next player was Moreau. He checked, matching Adrea’s chip
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