Tony Moretti slept very little and Alek Nielson slept even less. There were more inhuman qualities to him than human ones, and one of them was that he was able to function just as well with 8 hours of sleep as he was when he didn't sleep for days on end. It was if sleep was entirely optional to him.
He was awake and dressed when the sun first started to creep up from behind the distant shapes of the city and, what's more, he had checked up on Tony's affairs in Vegas and prepared them something to eat.
"Good morning," He greeted, stepping into Tony's rooms. "Your mother was not yet awake, so I took the liberty of making breakfast. With the party this evening, I'm sure everyone will be on their own schedules today," He said, placing two plates on the small table by the window. He had made sure that it would be kept warm, for when the others awoke.
"I contacted Tomasso in Vegas and he gave me the receipts for last night's earnings: 3.1 million, all totalled. And, he assured me that the problem had been taken care of." Two men had been counting cards and, safe to say, they wouldn't be counting anything, anymore.