Chapter 8“As you can see, I’m out of chips,Mr. Mavers. But that should cover your raise, plus I’m raising youa hundred thousand. A planet should be worth that much, at least,”the CEO said.
His last name was Rosstt. Mavers hadforgotten his first name. He had no idea about the CEO’s businessacumen, but he was a lousy poker player. There were only twoguidelines in Mavers’ profession. If someone shoots at you, youhope he’s a lousy shot. If someone plays poker with you, you hopehe’s lousy at cards. If he is lousy at cards,and a terribleshot, you have hit a streak of good luck.
The game had been going on for almosttwo hours, with a twenty minute break at the end of the first hour.Mavers puffed a thin cigar that was between his lips. He was yetagain very thankful that throughout history men hav
