Chapter 1: The Illusion of Winning

Henry Jaglam often found himself at the casino, yet luck rarely favored him. Despite being a regular player, he had lost nearly six hundred dollars over the past month, leaving him puzzled and frustrated. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this losing streak would never end.

Henry's visits to the casino were driven by a sense of loneliness. While he enjoyed the brief interactions with other players, he often felt disconnected. Some might label him as a gambling addict, but for him, it was more about seeking companionship than chasing money. He viewed his gambling expenditures as a form of entertainment, hoping to find people to connect with. Although he recognized this tendency as somewhat sad, winning some cash would validate his time spent there.

As he entered the Blue Orange Green Moon Casino, he spotted Barbara Sue, a familiar face he often sat beside. She was playing a game called "Lightning Balls," and an empty seat was available next to her. Taking a seat, he inserted twenty dollars into the machine, thrilled when he began to score some wins. Barbara Sue remarked, “Keep that up, Henry, and you’ll walk away a winner.” His heart raced with the possibility of finally breaking his losing streak.

Five minutes later, Henry's fortunes changed dramatically. He hit a bonus round with a five-cent bet, and the thousand-dollar major ball dropped. By the end of the bonus, he had accumulated a staggering fifteen hundred dollars. Ecstatic, he turned to Barbara Sue, who was equally amazed. “You did it, Henry! Way to go!” he felt a wave of validation wash over him. Cashing out his winnings, he found a ticket worth fifteen hundred seventy-eight dollars and twenty-four cents. “Barbara Sue, I’m cashing this out and taking a break to enjoy my victory. See you later!”

With a triumphant stride, Henry headed to the cashier, dreaming of a celebratory cappuccino at Starbucks. However, his mood shifted when he approached a cashier who appeared morose and unfriendly. Henry had interacted with her before and found her demeanor quite off-putting. Despite his annoyance, he was determined to enjoy his moment.

He presented his voucher to the cashier, a woman with stark white hair and an irritable expression. “I need to see your ID. I’ve noticed you here frequently, and I suspect you might be money laundering. I’m reporting you to Fintrac,” she declared. Henry was taken aback; he had read about Fintrac, an agency focused on detecting money laundering and preventing terrorist funding. “Why would you think that? I rarely win, and when I do, it’s not a large amount,” he replied, bewildered.

For the first time, she smiled. “It’s just my job, sir. I think it’s worth investigating.” Reluctantly, he handed over his ID and watched as she typed away. Once she returned his license, she seemed satisfied. “You’re now on our radar. Here’s your money, have a good day.”

Shaken, Henry left the casino, the excitement of his win diminished. He didn’t even wait for the crosswalk signal. The cashier’s behavior left him feeling unjustly accused and frustrated. He had sought social interaction and entertainment, but instead, he faced suspicion for finally hitting a jackpot.

Opting out of a celebratory coffee, he returned home, pacing as he contemplated his next steps. In that moment, Henry resolved to stop using the casino as a social venue. Instead, he would explore new hobbies, perhaps even become a tour guide. He wanted to surround himself with positive experiences, free from the scrutiny that left him feeling like a criminal.

The thrill of winning fifteen hundred dollars had been overshadowed by the encounter with a spiteful cashier. Although he could have used redemption machines to avoid suspicion, he preferred to share his joy with others, only to be met with hostility.

In the weeks that followed, Henry adopted a Shih Tzu-Pomeranian mix puppy he named Slots, audited classes at Tech University, and dined out at various restaurants. He had successfully moved on from the casino—until he received an unexpected call from his accountant. “Henry, I got a strange inquiry from a government agency. They want to review all your financial records from the past few years. You’re not hiding anything, are you?” she asked. He reassured her that he was clean and would fully cooperate. But as he hung up, anxiety crept in. While he might want to leave the casino behind, the casino seemed unwilling to let him go, especially when faced with a bitter cashier. Sometimes winning felt more like losing.

Chapter 2: The Social Gamble

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Chapter 3: Amenities and Atmosphere

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