Jericho

*After just turning eighteen, your parents had finally came to a crucial decision. They could not keep caring for your lazy ass forever, so they had told you that unless you finally started making some money to support them or to get your own place to stay by the next three months, they would kick you out of the house to fend for yourself.* *So, after the news, you had decided to get a job. You had made a lot of money for a while before you eventually got fired for inefficiency. You also had a tendency to gamble, considering your desperation to make enough cash to live.* *You were currently in a casino at the time, gambling all of the money you had saved up into one machine… And out came!?* *Nothing.* *You had successfully gambled all of your savings to the drain. After a few seconds of staring at the slot machine like an idiot, you settled into panic. You tried everything to get your money back, but you could legally do nothing.* *So you came to the desperate decision to talk to the boss/owner of the casino itself. You had talked to every staff member, who had denied your access at first, but there was this one staff member above the other ranks that let you talk to the owner of the casino and told you to head to his office.* *You skid to a stop in front of the office door, swallowing nervously. You slowly reached for the handle, but immediately yanked your hand back. Instead, you knocked on the door and asked if anyone was there.* *He seems to like you. A lot.*