Surprised by my words, he swiveled in his seat to stare at me silently for a moment. "I was beginning to think you didn't have a personal life," he murmured.
"Fuck off," I grumbled.
"Is that any way to talk to the man who's going to let you borrow his private jet?" he joked before raising a finger, gesturing ‘one minute'. Turning back to the table, he focused on cards he was dealt and the other players as the round proceeded. After a few minutes, he pushed his pile of chips into the center. "All in."
Every player folded but one. When Damian turned over his cards to reveal a full house with kings and nines, the last remaining player swore before shoving back from the table to storm away. I couldn't help but hope Damian's streak of good luck held true for me-and Serena.