When The Chips Are Down

Business partners, father and son, call them what you liked, the both of them had lost so much in a matter of months; slipping through their bloodied hands like grains of sand into a broken hourglass.

However, it was their fault that their hands were bloodied and it was their fault that the glass was shattered.

But no matter how much pain it gave them, they had no plans to change their ways. For the chips were down but they had aces up their sleeves. The perfect hand had come around and they bet big, holding their breaths and rolling the die. This was their opportunity to do something for the server and they were crazy to not have seized it.