Sign of the Zodiac: Aries
[Sign 3: Gemini] Figure
The game that day satisfied Chiara. He brought home a lot of money, as always. Finally, after the twilight day, Chiara prepared to go home. The girl exchanged her chips at the reception desk at the end of the room. While waiting, Chiara spread her gaze. Casinos have started to get quiet, as Venetians usually close at night. People don't wander around when it's dark because of the diabos threat.
“You really brought home the jackpot.” Benedict walked over to Chiara carrying his own chips, queuing to exchange for money.
Benedict's income is no less. In the Venetian, only the two of them could bring home a lot of money. Other people were not that smart to be able to maintain their wealth.
“Urus your own business, Ben,” sahut Chiara chilled.
His eyes were fixed on the second-floor corridor visible from below. He did not pay attention to Ben's uninterrupted babbling. During that time, Chiara suddenly caught a figure she knew. Chiara immediately focused her gaze in the direction she was heading. And sure enough, he saw Rein, walking through the second-floor corridor alone. The young man was wearing a neat black-tailed tuxedo. A small mask covered half of her face, but Chiara was convinced that the figure was Rein.
Without thinking twice, Chiara immediately left the exchange table and darted towards the second-floor stairs. Ben looked at it in confusion.
“Hey, where are you going?! What about your money?” ben shouted at Chiara.
But the girl didn't care. She lifted her dress slightly so she could walk quickly. The figure of the young man on the second floor was no longer visible. It looks like he's turning the corner of the second floor hallway. Talia climbed the stairs, then circled down the corridor. But he did not meet anyone other than a few servants who walked back and forth to serve the guests who were still in the VIP room.
“Where is he? I'm sure I saw Rein. Did he go in the room?” murmured Chiara to herself. “Do I have to go into all these VIP rooms to check?” continues complaining.
Ben arrived shortly afterwards. The thin-moustached man was carrying two large bags of money in his hands, looking breathless as he ran out.
“What are you doing? It's dark. You don't want to go home?” ben said in a loud voice.
Chiara just glanced at him cynically, without answering anything. Ben held out a bag he was carrying. “This, your exchange money. I reduced it a little as an administrative fee. Hey, I helped you to take this and even deliver it, you can't protest,” Ben said when he saw Chiara glaring.
The girl was upset and grabbed the bag of money extended by Ben. He glanced at the bag, and unfortunately, Ben took more than a fifth of his total money.
“Truly never misses an opportunity, yes, Ben,” hiss Chiara upset.
Ben grimacing. “You do know me very well, Chiara,” he said lightly. “You don't want to go home? It's dark now. It'll be dangerous if you go home alone. I can drive you before diabos-diabos runs rampant.”
“I can go home by myself. Go,” Chiara's orders without looking again. He was still curious about the figure he had seen earlier. It was clearly Rein. And if Rein was in the Venetian, Chiara would have caught him with her own two hands.
“As far as you are. Then I'll go first. Be careful with diabos,” Ben said as he turned and walked away from Chiara.