Chances
Paul didn’t like the sound of this, he didn’t like the sound of this at all. It sounded so cheap and reckless, event haphazard almost. But for those very reasons, he couldn’t get the idea out of this head. The chaos of it held its own appeal. No one would expect him to do something so rash, not even his closet enemies could predict this move, no matter how closely they had watched him, because this move was not in character. It wasn’t in accordance with any thing he had done before. Hesitantly he said, “Here’s five hundred dollars,” the whole table gasped as he handed the banker the last of his money, “to upgrade my Boardwalk to a hotel.”
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