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Edwin Rutledge looked out his s to the sprawling Las Vegas Strip beyond His office atop the Babylon Hotel and Casino was the definition of opulence Italian leather couches surrounded a tasteful glass coffee table Guests had no idea they were sitting in seats worth more than a typical car But in a city of extreeI’M IMPORTANT

Still, soany bookshelves and curio cabinets stood on fine Persian rugs His antique walnut desk backed up against a stunning view of the cityscape

“Sir,” cah the intercom “The IT person is here”

He adjusted his diamond cuff links and pressed the intercom button “Send them in”

The double doors opened, and an unco man shuffled in He looked more like a custo jeans, a T-shirt with a Star Wars reference on it (or e could never tell the difference), tennis shoes, and absolutely no effort put into controlling his wild hair

Rutledge gestured to the leather chair facing his desk “Have a seat”

The man nodded aardly and sat down He looked for all the world like a child who had been called to the principal’s office

“So, Mr Chen—”

“Nick,” he interrupted

“Sorry?”

“Call me Nick”