High Seas, Higher Stakes

I'm taking a breather on a cruise ship in international waters when I stumble upon a scene that stops me cold. I see my younger sister surrounded at a poker table.Across from her stand her two so-called childhood friends, flanking a fragile-looking woman with a smug smile. Their voices drip with mockery when they speak."What's wrong, Ms. Jefferson? Can't keep up now? You were so bold just a minute ago, asking Reena for 500 thousand dollars over a headscarf.""You can fold," the other adds. "But the Jefferson family's 15% stake? That gets transferred to Reena first thing tomorrow."My sister's knuckles turn white, and her eyes brim with tears.Someone nearby laughs and loosens his tie. "Out of money, young lady? How about this—remove one piece of clothing, and I'll give you 500 chips."Whistles and jeers erupt around the table."Strip it all off, and my entire stack is yours."I remain still in the shadows of the upper deck, slowly twisting the signet ring on my finger.It's been a few years since I've shown my face—looks like this pack of filth has forgotten something.Touch anyone from the Stanford family, and you pay with your life.