Manami paused, turning toward her. The woman held out a card, which she couldn’t help but take. On the dark card with fancy print stood the name Sheena Wright.
“Um…” Miss Wright wasn’t able to meet her eyes. Then again, she hadn’t done so at the table either. “Call me, if you’d like.”
Before Manami could say anything, Miss Wright disappeared into the chaos of the casino. Manami had to return dealer’s room, otherwise she might have followed after. The business card in hand, she returned to the back.
She let her manager confiscate the card (too risky to keep it if the security cameras decided it was something else). However, the digits of the number were seared in her mind, much like the dark braids against the white of Miss Wright’s blouse.
A number she might call.