Harold walking past people, sitting at machines, tables and some not even doing that, as they walk around either to give a drink or push around a cart holding an assortment of bags, following after people. There is another area in the casino, that is where the high played and usually quiet games are held.
The machines that have many people flocking over to them, each with only one, but the amount of machines can hold the amount of people going over to them. A good amount of people cheering as they win big or more than they came in with, which is better than losing. Others losing all that they came in with, or going over to a semi-circle table.
The table has about six seats for people to go and sit at. They all have different ranges of things to do at the table. Some have dice throwing, others have a roulette wheel with a ball bouncing and sliding around the wheel before stopping on a color and a number. The people at the table are even less quiet than the people at the machine. Some have friends with them as they celebrate or they try rubbing and comforting them who may or may not have lost their savings.
This place is a place that Harold has frequently visited, when he was a younger, about a few years younger than he currently is, when he was stuck deep in his addiction for gambling. Making it difficult to end it before Diane threatened to leave him, if not for him to stop gambling.
Harold tried to fully stop but he couldn't, so on days when he was "working" without Harry. He would come here for a few hours and make or lose money, but less and less he came here, because he understood the consequences. His addiction was weakened, he slowly and slowly began coming here less, but never fully stopping.
Diane was so happy for him, they almost had another kid, but they wore protection, luckily, since Harold is pushing forty and Diane isn't very far behind.
Passing all the machine and tables and bellhops, Harold makes his way over to the reception area, following signs that show where to head over to. The signs hang at the top of the ceiling, along with an arrow to show which direction, if there was no arrow it ment to go straight.
Walking up to the reception, which had a white woman behind it. Wearing the same clothes that the bellhops were wearing, just this time she was wearing a tight skirt that showed her exaggerated hip size, big yet beautiful. Her skin glowing, with almost invisible freckles on her face and her hair in a tight pony tail. Her name tag, red just like the suit and tie, reading her name out to be Angel.
The reception area is decorated in a way to advertise what will be happening and what they plan to make happen, there is pieces of paper that show a time and date, usually a picture as well. One of them shows an annual lunch event showcasing the rise of Evermore Casino.
"H-Hello sir, ho-how may I help you, today?"
The woman asked, she was either new or nervous, she stuttered not once, but twice.
"I'm here for Calone. Tell him that Harold is here for the details of the job."
Answering her back, with a smile that doesn't really match his tone of his voice.
Nodding her head the girl looks down and into the counter of the reception area, there is a cubby area right below the table, where the lady pulls out a phone from and starts spinning a wheel to get the right phone number.
She stands there waiting a little, people coming around and going to other receptionists, asking for their suite, room, or what floor the restaurant is in. This place's restaurant is less expensive than the other, more luxurious places that only had the restaurant to fall onto for money. Since this place is a restaurant, hotel and casino it is easily more convenient to just pay for a reservation here, but that's difficult, since almost every night this place's restaurant is packed.
Harold turns around, looking around, observing his area. The people, the anger, happiness, everything that's happening. Every now and again seeing a man and woman enter the door. Majority of times it the woman stubbling, the rest of the time it's the man stumbling or they are both just entering.
"Sir, Mr. Calone said you can just take the elevator and head to the top floor. Once you enter from there, a lady will be there to guide you to the meeting room."
The lady starts reaching over to show the elevators, placed down at the end. Each side having three elevators on each side of the wall. For faster and easier transportation for more people.
Turning around and paying attention to where the lady is pointing toward, he gives her a nod and a "Thank you", before heading off in the direction as Angel gets approached by another man.
This time the man is more aggressive, Angel physically reels back, stepping away from the table. His eyes filled with rage, the other receptionists don't really pay much attention to her.
He comes in wearing a police uniform, along with a cap that some people look at once then turn away knowing they won't be accused of anything. The man has his pistol holstered. His badge shined.His hair combed back, not as good as Harold's but enough to be "neat".
He throws his arms over the reception desk and leans forward, closer to Angel. His face showing that he knows the girl and how he's getting a little more attentive when looking at Angel.
"You were supposed to stay, Angel, you understand that right. When you get back to the house your going to get a miscarriage, with how much bruising is going to be on your body."
The man says that in a tone that only the lady is supposed to hear but Harold catches it, no one else seems to be able to but him, the man and Angel.
Harold turning around and standing beside the man, that is threatening Angel with physical abuse and the death of her unborn child. She holds her stomach then rubs it a little. Before looking up toward Harold.
"Hi…"
Harold looks down to her left breast that holds her name tag, her breasts and pretty small, but with how tight her suit is against her chest it shows her breast;
"… Angel, is this man bothering you? You can tell me it's okay."
The man looks between both Harold and Angel. His face visibly confused and angry.
"So your fucking older guys now?!"
His voice ment to express his rage but it came out quieter than he probably expected.
"No, no. I'm sorry, Mr. Harold. I'm okay. I promise."
Angel answers him, her voice nearly breaking. She holds her tears back amazingly well though, her eyes don't even show that she's going to cry.
"You sure? Angel, you have to stop the problems before it gets worse."
Harold asks once more.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you Mr. Harold."
In a smaller, much more distant sad voice. Like a voice stuck at the back of a choir heard the least. The voice in the back of her mind, calls out.
'He beats me day and night, never once hitting my face, because he knows that's what can get him caught. I'm to scared to go to the police, because they are filled with his buddies. He got me pregnant so that I can't leave him. He hurts me I'm scared, I don't want you to get hurt Mr. Harold, so please leave.'
"Okay, Mr. Officer, can I tell you something."
"Old man, get the f*ck away already."
The officer clearly doesn't like Harold.
"Just one thing. Trust me it's good."
"Okay, old man, what do you want to tell me?"
Once that question is asked, it's almost like The officer looks into the eye of a whirlpool, as Harold eyes start spinning to him.
"You owe Angel an apology, you will go back home, grab a bat, if you don't have one, buy one, smash it against your balls till they turn red. And everytime you feel like even putting your hand on another woman, you will cut the palm of your hand so deep it shows bone. You got it?"
The whirlpool eyes that Harold has disappeared to the officer. Making him look almost drunk, this look surprising Angel because she couldn't see the eyes.
Walking away once again, Harold now makes his way over to the elevator, a few seconds later the now, no longer drunk looking, officer. Apologized to Angel for what he's done and for the fact that he threatened to beat her. Confusing Angel before she says it's okay to the officer. He leaves the way he came in. Exiting the door.
Entering the elevator, is a bunch of buttons, all white, all labeled from G to 2. And from 2 all the way up to 110. The bottom that Harold pressed is 110. Making it go, bright yellow, signifying that he pressed that bottom to go up.