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“So, what we’d like is an informal chat about how you do what you do and how it feels being the favourite.” Normally, this would have been a perfectly normal and reasonable thing for a journalist from one of the most respected gambling publications in the country to ask. Except this guy was full of shit. “I can’t see any problems with that” I played along. I had spotted the lie almost as soon as they had started talking, neither one of these men had the first clue about poker and kept referring to the Royal flush I’d had in one of the previous extreme games. A Royal flush is the best known and highest hand in the game, I had never been lucky enough to hold one… ever. What really made it obvious though is that Steven kept shifting his eyes, up and to the left – accessing the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking, also used for lying. If they were going up and to the right, - the part of the brain responsible for memory – I wouldn’t have thought anymore about it, but this guy was a truly awful liar. The next clue had come when they had mentioned hearing about the paper I had written in college. I had called it ‘the fallible art of lying, interrogation techniques for law enforcement.’ – a title they had quoted word-for-word - It had been picked up by the legal community very quickly and as such, it had been removed from the public domain, any search for it now would come back empty – unless you were in law enforcement. “So, what can you tell me about the way you seem to be able to read people” Steven asked, another clue… neither I, nor anybody else had ever Fucking said a word to anyone involved in the tournament about being able to read people. “I’m not sure really,” I lied, shifting in my seat to look more engaged with the conversation than I actually was. “I guess I just have an eye for detail, I notice things that most people don’t normally see.” “And how does that translate into playing poker?” Steven asked, the stupidity of the question baffling me for a few seconds. “its like any card game…” I answered after a short pause, “If you can find their capacity to flux, and catch them on the fly, then you can net yourself the pot.” The answer was nonsense. It wouldn’t have made even a modicum of pussy sense to anyone who knew even the first thing about poker… or the English language. “interesting…” Steven mused writing feverishly in a notebook, clearly not having the first clue what I had just said, “…very interesting.” Michael – the quite one – flashed a little smile, he was also writing in a notebook, although at a much calmer pace. “Is there anything else you can tell me about that, BDSM our readers would be very eager to learn your methods.” Steven continued. “Not really, bit of a trade secret I’m afraid” Part of me was enjoying stringing this asshole along, but a bigger part was wondering who they were and what they wanted. “I suppose I could tell you a little bit more, but first…” I paused for a second, looking intently at both men, “…first, you can tell me who you really are.” Steven scoffed, stuttered a few syllables out before trying to recover. Michael – the small flicker of a smile now spread to a full grin – shut him off. “That’s enough Blake.” He said to his colleague before turning to me, “Very impressive Mr Donovan, Very impressive indeed. When Blake here first brought you to our attention, I was a sceptical to say the least, but now you have my full attention.” I sat back into my chair, folding my arms and looking at the older of the two men as he spoke. Even in this small room, he had an air of authority about him and clearly commanded the respect of the younger Steven – or Blake, or whatever his name was. “I have been doing this job for over thirty years, in that time I have conducted hundreds of interviews just like this one and in all that time, nobody has ever called us out on our first meeting. Now, you knew we weren’t who we said we were as soon as we sat down, tits Blake’s questions were a bit haphazard and I’m pretty sure your last answer was a reference bottle to ‘back to the future’. 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