“Well if you can make it here by eleven then I’ll see you, otherwise don’t bother.”
“No problem Ms. Duro, I’ll be there. Goodbye” I told her with more confidence then I felt.
To say I’d be cutting it close would be an understatement. Without a second to spare I hurried to get ready. After a quick shower and shave I splashed on some cologne before getting dressed and rushing out the door. Luck favored me and I caught the train after only a five minute wait. The club was four blocks away from the nearest stop so there wasn’t a moment to lose once I disembarked. I took the stairs up two at a time then passed through the turnstile and onto the crowded city street.
As I approached I could see the club’s unlit neon sign from a block away. With under three minutes to spare I opened the ornate front door and stepped inside. My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the much dimmer interior light and once they had I scanned the place. It was a large space and I found myself in a long rectangular room decorated in a stark palette of black and white. The walls and tile floor were bone white while the furniture including the bar was made of dark wood and black leather and there were also some sheer black curtains strategically hung on the walls.