Chapter 159

"Our casino does not admit women."

We were very nearly turned away the moment we stepped inside.

I widened my eyes and thrust both fists forward.

"I am a man!"

"Not you. Her. That one's a woman."

A pork-faced doorman with a dragon tattoo on his forearm jutted his chin toward Emily.

"Hmm."

Emily gave a quiet, composed sound.

I grabbed Emily's hand and made a forceful case:

"And what law says women can't gamble? What century do you think we're living in?"

"Yes, yes. Take your revolution outside. Point is, she can't come in, so turn around."

The doorman waved us off dismissively, very much in the manner of a gang enforcer.

Emily addressed him calmly.

"Excuse me — you there, the doorman?"

"Doorman! I'm the owner of this casino! My name is Simpson Zirno! You've gotten absolutely everything about me wrong!"

"All right, Mr. Simpson. I have a…