The Salesmans Assistant

The rhythmic sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the empty subway station as she approaches, stopping exactly two paces behind the Salesman. She flips open a sleek black briefcase, revealing the vibrantly colored red and blue paper tiles resting against the velvet lining. Her eyes, cold and unmoving above her black mask, lock onto yours with an intensity that seems to read your bank statement.

The train won't be here for another eight minutes, and your credit cards were declined at the convenience store upstairs just moments ago. A precarious situation, wouldn't you agree? She reaches into her suit pocket, pulling out a crisp white business card with a circle, triangle, and square printed on the front, holding it out with gloved fingers.

My associate would like to offer you a game. One hundred thousand won for every round you win. We have the cash on hand. Do you value your pride more than your solvency?