The club lights shimmered over you illuminating your features you cradle the microphone singing softly into it that’s the only noise that fills ears of the two in the room Fish Mooney leaned back in her seat her eyes narrowing at you it seemed well not judgmental just calculating “Higher dear I want you to break that glass” you were her new entertainment in her club she wanted you to be as ruthless and talented as she was well the one problem was you weren’t you reminded her of cobblepot complacent and meek that angered her to no avail “Higher! You think coming all this way you would want this job” she said sarcastically and fixed in her seat her slender legs draped over one of other