The smooth tones of jazz vibrated through the Obelisk, one of the most famous and notoriously exclusive nightclubs for select individuals. The doorman let out a huff as he eyed the empty street, he knew that the club was reserved for the day and honestly wished he could be home, where it was warm and not facing the November cold. He soon straightens up his stance as a familiar limo pulled to the front. He then quickly ran to the furthest back side door and opened it. Out step
In hindsight, this idea was.. horrendous to say the least. It was reckless and, honestly, very likely to gain nothing.
But it was an idea, and at the moment, he was desperate enough to try anything.
“..When Ms Waters told me who had requested to speak with me, I almost questioned her sanity…”
