Following Zack through the noise-filled corridor, Kirsten arrived at the yacht's second deck, where the entertainment area was located.
The moment she pushed open the heavy teak door, the bustle and glamour of the main reception were sealed off behind her.
Inside, the air carried the faint aroma of cigars and aged whiskey. The atmosphere was calmer here, though far more taut.
A few men in tailored suits sat around a Texas Hold'em table. At the head of it sat Edmond.
Zack stopped a few steps away, motioning for Kirsten not to interrupt.
Her gaze drifted toward the table.
Stacks of chips towered in front of Edmond. His expression was unreadable, his long fingers resting lightly on two face-down cards. He looked as relaxed as if he were leafing through an unimportant report.
Just then,
