The Year 2010
A nervous Steve Wynn, wearing a wig and sunglasses stands outside the hotel
he used to own, the Golden Nugget.
"Steve. Is that you?" asks Donald Trump, also in disguise.
"Don. Yes. It's me." he said in a shaky voice. "Sheldon should be here soon
and also George [Maloof] The guys are going to be really pissed for not more
showing up. But the meeting was called too quick.
"Steve? Don?"
"Yes Sheldon and here comes George. Guess just the four of us. OK. Follow me
I know where the secret basement elevator is."
Steve led the others to a door marked "Custodian" with a sign hanging on it
saying, "Not In Use" and inside was a rusty service elevator with only two
buttons to press, "B1" and "BC" All four were silent as the cage closed and the
decent began.
"Gentlemen. We are going to "BC" It's two hundred feet below Fremont Street.
I used to have a secret casino down there but couldn't pay off Gaming enough
to keep it profitable"
"What's that musty dead smell?" Trump asked.
"We're passing by "B1." Back in the mid nineties we began putting the card
counters in there."
Two minutes later the elevator arrives at the dusty darkened ballroom sized
casino deep below Fremont Street. At the other end a bare light bulb hung over
two tables with seven people seated.
"Steve. Who are they?" Maloof asks.
"The four at the larger table are Anonymous Administrator from MJ12, Harry
Parker or Potter, forgot, from Trilateral, Bob D from Illuminate and, forgot
his name from Bildaberger, Skippy or Skip or something."
"Who are the three off to the right?"
"President Obama, First Lady Hillary, and First Guy Bill. They won't say
much if anything and I think I know what the meeting is about."
As the group got nearer the tables Steve began introducing his guests. "Hi.
This is..."
"Shudup Wynn. Where are the others?" the Illuminate representative shouted
back.
"Ahh. They couldn't make it on such short..."
"Shudup. We want a theo of twenty."
"But.. But.. the Fed Minimum is fifteen on Video Poker. I don't know what we
can..."
"Shudup. We can take care of the Feds. Give away more food and cashback. I
don't know. Now get out of here, all of you bums. And, remember. We can get
others to replace you anytime we want.
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