Ashly Anderson New! -

The man smiled. “You’re Ashly Anderson. You process information like a firewall. You’ve memorized the seating chart of every boardroom in your company. You know which execs are having affairs, which ones are about to be fired, and which ones are stealing from petty cash. You’ve been keeping a private log for three years.”

“You know,” he said, not looking at her, “they did a study. Bingo. Turns out it’s not luck. Not really. It’s pattern recognition, reaction time, and a little bit of nerve.” ashly anderson

Ashly folded her winnings into a manila envelope. “I wouldn’t know. I just play for fun.” The man smiled