Phule’s Paradise by Robert Asprin

“I don’t see any big winners,” Stilman said, breaking his silence as he stood at her side. “Are you sure this is going to work?”

Maxine shot a distasteful glance at him.

Stilman’s tuxedo was tailor-made and fit him superbly, but he wore it like a warm-up suit. Even to the casual observer, he showed all the grace and style of a penguin on steroids.

“I keep telling you, Mr. Stilman,” Max said, “this is supposed to be a subtle operation. Subtle as opposed to obvious. You should know by now that’s my style of operating. While I can appreciate the skill and conditioning required by your specialty of physical action, I prefer to only use it for diversions or as a last resort.”

That settled, Maxine turned her attention to the casino floor once more. Unfortunately, however, Stilman’s grumbles had planted a worm of worry in her mind, and she found herself straining to detect any big winners or steady trends at the tables within her immediate sight.

“What do you think, Laverna?” she said finally, turning literally as well as figuratively to her financial advisor and confidante, who was also accompanying her this evening.

Laverna had ignored the formality of the opening and was dressed in one of her normal jumpsuits, a pair of diamond earrings her only concession that there was anything special about the occasion. Though her manner was relaxed to the point of appearing bored, her eyes were busy, constantly gathering and analyzing data as was her habit whenever they were actually on the floor of a casino.