Harvey glanced across the table at the man playing opposite him. His name was Yuki. He was a famed poker player. He had a ferocious, pockmarked face and a large stomach. They had been playing poker for a few hours in a closed room in Atlantic City.

"You have no more chips," Harvey pointed out. "What are you going to do now?" Yuki spoke in Japanese to the man behind him. They went through a heated argument and then finally Yuki threw down a marker onto the table.

"My marker for a piece of property worth $60,000," he said.

"You've got nothing in your hand, don't bet your new car," Harvey said smartly.

"I'll be the judge of my hand," snapped the Japanese man. Harvey shrugged and put up the $60,000 dollars in the rest of his chips.

"What is your hand?" Harvey asked.

"Four aces," Yuki said, smirking.

"You should have listened to me," Harvey said, "I'm famous for giving good advice." He slid his hand across the table. A straight flush. The Japanese man stood up and began shouting in Japanese. Harvey caught the word 'Cheater' in English. He didn't move. The bouncer came up to Yuki within seconds, and the man collected himself.

"Very well," he said. "I'll have the property delivered to your hotel room."

"Wait, what?" Harvey asked, but the man wouldn't answer, he walked away, a handkerchief over his mouth. He seemed to be sobbing. Harvey rolled his eyes and stood, collected his chips along with the marker, and cashed them in. He walked back to his hotel room where he changed into more comfortable clothing. He had just finished changing when he heard a knock at the door and Yuki's lip man appeared.

"Where my boss marker?" he asked Harvey. Harvey handed him the blue slip of paper and the lip man shoved a young woman into the hotel room. She shouted at him in Japanese. She'd clearly just been woken up, her hair and clothing was disheveled and she was wide-eyed and confused.

"I'm sorry, where is the property?" Harvey asked.

"She the property," the lip man said.

"What?" Harvey asked, trying his best to appear nonchalant.

"She worth 60,000 dollar," said the lip man. "She geisha. Very rare woman." He smiled. "You no like her?"

"You've got to be kidding," said Harvey. "I can't be responsible for a human being. That's more of a punishment than a reward."

"We no have money," said the lip man, shrugging. "Boss broke. Kill girl for all I care. She not ours anymore. Have fun." He laughed and walked down the hallway.

"Get back here," said Harvey. "Hey! Get back here!" the man ignored him and he turned back to the girl in his room.

"Stay right there," he said. "I'm going to get this figured out. You're not coming home with me, alright? You're going back to your boss."

"Please don't send me back there," she said quietly. "I have been praying to God that he would gamble me away. He's a horrible man. You don't know the things he's done." Harvey frowned and took a closer look at the girl. Upon closer inspection he noticed a black eye and bruises up and down her arms.

"On second thought, stay right here, I'm going to get this man taken care of." He said.

"No!" she said, grabbing his arm with thin, weak fingers. "He's capable of terrible things. He has connections. Don't go after him, it's too dangerous."

"Clearly you don't know who I am," Harvey said with a cocky grin. "Now, you're a beautiful woman and I respect that, but you're also new to this town and let me tell you something: I run this shit." And with that he took off down the hallway.

He got to the street just in time to see Yuki's car drive away. He ran down the street in bare feet.

"Hey!" he shouted into the street. "HEY!"

But he was too late.