Tyler listened as Fisher went through the accommodations for his family. They’d been booked into the penthouse on the twenty-seventh floor, just one level below Fisher. He’d said several times already that he’d attend to anything they needed personally.
The penthouse didn’t take up the whole footprint the way Fisher’s did, but the three bed-room unit was three times as big as Tyler’s house, with the nicest furnishings, a full kitchen, and three bathrooms.
“They’ll be fine,” he’d told Fisher, but the man insisted on walking through the welcome package, the amenities included, all of it. He finally finished, and Tyler wondered how he’d ever worked as hard as Fisher.
He had, in the past. Poker was ninety percent skill and ten percent luck. His photographic memory helped immensely as he stu
