Cadence

11. Dirty Night

Nicolas:

It's been a week since I last saw her. I can't stop thinking about her. She plagues my mind. So, I'm trying to distract myself. I bought a club. It's called Dirty Night. Bright red neon leds with large letters, being the first thing you see.

Walking inside, the lighting is dimmed. To my right is a bar with stools surrounding it. Various tables and sofas are scattered around the room. In the left corner is a stage with three large poles on it. In the middle of the room is a dance floor with a glittery ball dangling from the ceiling.

Looking up I see balcony's with bars around them. Upstairs there are many rooms with poles in. Hanging from the ceiling is a metal cage. No doubt for beautiful women to dance in.

The place is very big, and decorated to perfection. Red cushioned walls, black marble floors and roses on each table in vases.

The speakers are high in the room meaning that music will travel to each square inch of the area.

Walking behind the stage and up some stairs, is my new office. My old one was too accessible for too many people (my dad). As much as I love him, having him at my office all hours of every day was starting to grate on me.

So, I will be handling all business in this building from here on out. It's bigger than my last one, blacked out windows and a view of the entire club.

The glass is tinted, just enough that I can see out, but no one can see in. I also had it sound proofed so I don't get distracted by music and so that no one can eavesdrop on my conversations, and other activities.

In the centre of the room sits my wooden desk and a swivel chair. Documents sit on my desk, and a large bottle of whiskey. Setting this place up took my team a few days. But they did a good job I have to hand it to them.

I ordered them to find possible dancers for the club as-well, I haven't heard from them in a few hours so they should be arriving with them shortly.

Deciding I need to fill the time, I open my computer and look for my next target.

***

A knock on my door stops me from my current searching. Standing up I open the door and turn walking back to my desk without seeing who it is.

In comes Jamie, brown hair shaped to perfection in an Armani suit. The one I got him for his birthday last year.

"Okay, fess up. Who is she?" He sits down in the seat opposite my chair and straightens his suit jacket.

I raise a brow at him and take a sip of my drink.

"Hello Nicolas, nice to see you. Sorry for turning up unexpected. How have you been friend, could've been a start." I respond.

"Yeah yeah whatever. You've bought a club, which either means two things. One, you're thinking about me. Two, you need a distraction. So which is it." He says taking my drink from my hand and gulping down the remains.

"Well that's rude I was drinking that, and no. There is no girl." I lie, standing from my desk grabbing myself another glass and refilling my new one and Jamie's.

"lzhets" Jamie isn't Russian. But he learnt the language after we met, I called him an asshole for stealing my car so he learned the language to know what I said.
(Liar)

Once he learned the language he came into my office and admitted to stealing the car in Russian. I later offered him a job and we became inseparable since.

Hence why I'm now going to tell him about my malyshka.

"Okay fine, there's a girl"

He leans forward and beams at me. Eyes glinting.