<strong>Ada (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>Ada looked at the woman's nervousness. She did not want to be here...but had to be, she could tell. Or at least that was her first impression. Something smelled wrong. Boss? Late? A nervous woman? Oh no...<br/><br/>She placed a hand on the woman's shoulder when they neared the apartment door.<br/><br/>"Hold a moment...I have to admit to deceiving you. I dont know entirely whats up...That man thought I was someone I'm not...what is going on?" She looked at the direction of wherever they were going.  Was she supposed to be a call girl? She clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to already get violent.<br/><br/>Her face showed nothing but compassion and worry toward the woman. "Let me help you, what is going on?"