Nora looked out the cab window watching the flow of traffic . The sidewalk seemed to be flowing river of people. There were times such now that she could hardly believe that she in was New York. It was always been one the cities she wanted to travel do. When her friend Sarah asked her to visit she jump at the chance. It wasn’t like she was doing anything she been out work nearly for three months. Four years as personal assistant to high profile banker in Atlanta, Georgia.  In a blink of eye the job she loved so much was gone. Sighing she really missed Mr. Blackwell over those few short years he became like grandfather to her.<br/><br/>Nora spent every waking moment job hunting with no avail. You would think that having the education and experience that Nora would have gain employment by now but that wasn’t the case.  There still some money in her savings, so she decided that she earned this small break. With full intention of finding a job when she went back home to Georgia.  It was nearly at the end of her vacation when she caught site of advertisement in the paper for personal assistant for a club name “ Sinners”. After some research on the web she sent in her reassume.The elite club peeked her interest .Not to mention a potential employment opportunity.   She was nearly gigged when she was call in for interview.<br/><br/>Nora paid the fair and got out when the cab stop at the curb in front of the club. She straighten out her light grey  jacket smooth away any wrinkles. The same action was done to her pencil shirt that hit just below her knees.  The only concession to color was a her light green blouse . As always her dark chocolate brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her makeup was almost non-existent, prefer an almost natural look.Small gold hoops were at her ears. Her light grey low heels completed the assumable.<br/><br/>Nora entered the club right on time. She took in is décor was blown away by it beauty. There was a brief moment when  she wanted to stop and do twill just take it all in. Mentally she had to school herself not to gawk. She loved the high stained glass window with Art Nouveau scenery. She always had affinity for late 1800s to early 1900s art and jewelry.  Even thought she was in awe of the club she presented this calm and confident veneer.  Her green eyes noted the employees that milled around the club as they ready the club for the day. Then she caught sight of him.  Michael Dythil. It had to be him . The man in  in a tailored, black and grey pinstriped suit and dark red tie exuded power and authority. Even with him looking down at the paper work that was his hands.Talk about tall dark and handsome, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>“ Mr. Dythil?” She asked as she offered her hand in greeting giving him her best charming smile. “ Nora Lane. I believe you’re expecting me.”