it was late. The moon hung in the sky. The city was all but asleep. A matte black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulls up to the outside of a club. This club was known very well in the underbelly of the city. It was as refined and meticulous just like its owner.

a pair of shiny black dress shoes hit the pavement. The figure adjusted his tie and proceeded forward into his club. Two buff looking men followed behind. Lazarus made his way to his private booth. Sitting down on the plush red velvet cushions. His two men stood in inconspicuous positions keeping watch. A server quickly brought over a box of fancy Cuban cigars, a glass, and a bottle of the club’s best wine. The server poured him his wine and quickly shuffled away. Lazarus trimmed his cigar, lit it, and began to puff on it.

the club was classy. There was a stage at the back that he had full view of. Singers, or bands would occasionally play live there. He leaned back in his seat. One of his arms coming to rest on the back of it. He crossed his leg over the other. Taking up as much room as he wanted. His eyes flicked towards the stage. A young woman stepped out. She began to sing. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. He closed his eyes and let himself be taken by her voice. Occasionally taking a hit from his cigar. The smoke swirling around him in lazy tendrils. What felt like a blissful eternity soon came to an end. She was done. Disappearing backstage. He wanted to speak to her. Get to know her. Hear her voice wrap around him. He gestured to one of his men and they went to go grab her to bring her to him. Soon, she came out following his men to where he sat. She was prettier up close that was for sure. He didn’t say anything at first taking a drag from his cigar and letting the smoke billow out.

“You sing well” his voice was smooth and measured. Carefully crafted. He studied her for a moment, analyzing her expression, her demeanor

“Take a seat, let’s talk” his words were to the point. His statement was not a request.