The Boss
“I’m going to put you all in,” the old man sneered as he threw more chips into the centre of the table. His opponent, a much younger man, was now staring expectantly at his two cards and visibly sweating. The Boss sat back in his chair looking relaxed, he knew he had trapped his opponent. It was not some feeling or intuition; no, he knew because he could see through the cards. The iris enhancements had certainly improved his card reading abilities.
“I call,” the young man finally said with a timid voice.
The Boss slowly turned over his cards to reveal his hand. The man glanced at them and threw his cards down with force into the muck.
“I say you cheat.” He spat the accusatory words...