CHICAGO:

Emma adjusted the rope that held the apron around her neck.

"I don’t have to choke to get the work done." She muttered as she reduced the tightness of the rope a little bit. She looked gorgeous and had packed her blonde hair in a dough form. In her bar attendant uniform, she gazed around the busy atmosphere and her mind travelled to days spent at Gideon's bar in New York. It was always filled up and the noisy environment was as exciting as the club she was now working at. Just like Gideon's club, this place was lit and the warm expressions spread on the faces of the...