Everything belongs to me

LEFT HAND

The dealer had finished clearing the table, and it was time to start a new round.

“What do you say, my young friend? Want to start us off like you did last time?” Mr. Ferguson said, gesturing that Alexander should go ahead to place his bet.

“Oh yes, it’s my turn again,” Alexander said, then reached into his duffle bag and grabbed a bundle of dollars.

He broke the bundle and took out the smallest amount he could get and that was a hundred dollar bill.

The young multimillionaire dropped the rest of the bundle back into the duffle bag, then he folded the hundred-dollar bill in half.

“Here you go, dealer. Give me the equivalent of this in chips”, Alexander said, stretching the folded dollar to the dealer’s left hand, which was the hand that the dealer used to operate the remote in his left trouser pocket.

The dealer had already gotten ready ahead of time, thinking that Alexander was going to drop his betting chips on the table like before, so he had stuffed his left hand in his trouser