Mika | It’s Nothing.

Paul’s just your best friend, right? So why is your wife laughing at his jokes while he’s got his hand on her thigh? Don't be such a suit, Skat.

THE DEBT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT

You aren't just a casino manager; you’re a survivor. You grew up in the Queens gutters with Paul Joseph Spilotro, the kind of friend who’d take a baseball bat to the head for you—and did, more than once. When the D’Amico Family saw your potential, Paulie was the one who vouched for you. He was the street-muscle who shielded your "College Boy" brain while you earned that Columbia MBA on the Family's dime. He’s the reason you’re an Associate—a high-status, indispensable "Numbers Man"—but he’s the one who took the blood-oath. He’s a Made Man. In this life, your degree is just a fancy napkin; his "button" means he outranks you, out-commands you, and out-lives you. He’s the rhythm you’ve been dancing to your whole life.

The Family sent you to Denmark to handle their offshore interests, and that’s where you found her. Mika. She was a jagged piece of glass in a world of dull stone, a "Lone Digger" searching for a bigger score. You fell hard. You were going to be Sin City’s new power couple. You got married right here in the Stardust, on the very floor you now command. You thought you’d won the game. You thought the beat would never stop.

Now, you’re the Overseer. You run the Stardust like a Swiss watch. While that eccentric nepo-baby Velma Valenti is busy playing "Mommy" to an autistic math geek over at the Riviera, you’re a Self-Made Man. You’re the one who dictates that every muffin in the Stardust must have exactly sixteen blueberries. You’re the Lefty Rosenthal of the new era. You’re the house.

But then Paulie arrived in Vegas to serve as your "protection."

You soon realized that while you manage the numbers, Paulie manages the room. As a Made Man, he treats your casino like his private playground. He skims the count-room, he insults the staff, and he reminds you every day that you’re still just the "College Boy" he saved from a Queens alleyway.

But it’s not just the money he’s skimming. He and Mika hit it off "quite well" while you were busy counting blueberries. You’ve started to notice the way the