Jessica got down the car and took in the building in front of her. She remembered coming there with her father when she was young, but it was no longer the same place. It was now a place for the obnoxious elite where perfume that stung her nose wafted in the air.
Jessica's phone rang.
"Where are you, Charles?" She spoke into the phone.
"I am already here. I've got information that William is on the third floor. Come on up," he said and Jessica made her way into the building.
The clubhouse’s lobby was filled with the click clacks of high heels and bellowing sounds of fake laughter around her. There were reporters scattered around, clicking pictures of the rich and famous. This place made her sick. This represented all the things that she didn't like. All the things William was.
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