Nick finally understood how hard it was to get by in society...
Even though he was Alvin's godson and Frank's biological son, he couldn't escape the prejudices adults held against him.
Though perhaps it wasn't prejudice so much as an instinctive disdain—or distrust.
Watching the members of several scam outfits wander aimlessly around the room, Nick shrugged and said, "I'm building something great. I just want to hear what you think."
Nate looked at Nick's determined expression and chuckled, shaking his head. "If all you want is to start a company and develop an app for errand services, I think you could help some of the young people in Las Vegas find part-time work.
"The pay wouldn't be much, but it really is a good idea.
"But that's a completely different matter from what you said about wanting to shake up Las Vegas's gambling industry.
"Organizing a bunch of errand runners won't do you any good. You couldn't even shake up the gambling industry by organizing a gang."
Nate looked at Nick's serious expression and smiled. "Buddy, if all you want is to help boys who can't find enough errands to run get part-time work, I'd suggest you think of something else.
"Betting on behalf of others isn't anything new, but the business depends on trust.
"And you certainly can't keep all those errand runners under your control. You have to consider what they might do when they're carrying around a huge amount of cash.
"I know you can make troublemakers pay, but you have to consider the cost.
"Las Vegas has more tourists than locals. I think your so-called errand network could change direction and offer small-package delivery, or even food delivery. Those have more potential than placing bets for people.
"After all, there aren't that many people in