When you die and are buried, the only things remembered are your Classic winners”

The man reaches to his right and dings the bell on the table next to him. It’s the kind of dome-shaped bell found on the reception desk of old-fashioned hotels, and its sound sparks anticipation for who it might summon and how quickly. Soon after, Laura from the main office enters, carrying a gin and tonic. She is adept at her official role as a racing secretary and also excels at serving cocktails, displaying efficiency and adaptability.