Chapter 45 He Crushed Them

"Mr. Stafford, let's play together!" A bearded male engineer, Joel Souza, invited Evan for a game of cards in broken Marvish. No gambling was involved while we played, but the losers would have a silly picture drawn on their faces. I thought Evan wouldn't join us. After all, poker was just a waste of time to a business tycoon like him, who had a lot on his plate. Unexpectedly, he walked up to me. His intention was clear enough. As slow as I was, I knew I had to give my place to him. "Mr. Stafford, I've been losing quite a few rounds. Thank goodness you came," I said as I stood up. When I handed him my deck, I caught a whiff of a faint soapy scent from him. It smelled like the forest after the rain—fresh and pleasant. Evan stared at me for a while before taking my cards. Then, he took my seat. I felt uneasy thinking about the seat still being warm from my residual body heat. In a hurry, I backed up and stood where I would be the furthest from him. At that moment, Owen leaned in