immortalzombunny
"Mr. Ricciardo will see you now", the voice spoke from behind the podium.
i got up from the chair and made my way. the ambient club lighting bounced off my skin and loud music filled the room. i took a deep breath as i walked up the stairs to the VIP section of the club, my YSL heels clacking against the cold marble floor. i heard a large group of people behind the curtain, laughing and clinking their glasses together.
"CHEERS!", they all shouted. "to Daniel!"
i smoothed my tight black dress and breathed deeply, preparing myself to meet my new client.