Thread: The Mobster, The Dame, and The Law.

Staring through the window, her jaw cupped in her left hand which was gently covered in a white glove adorned with lace, a young woman was watching the port in the distance, swarming with cargos and people. Today's lecture on legal management was just a pain for her, and she couldn't wait for it to end. She was exempted from the afternoon class to spend the rest of the day with her father, his colleagues and her family, as they would celebrate his recent promotion. As soon as the class finished, she walked throughout the large halls of the college as she hurried to its entrance to meet her driver. She was led to the border of downtown Manhattan, where her family lived. Her father needed to stay close enough to his work, but insisted on choosing a home as far away as possible from the dangers of the center of the large city. Adjusting the small hat on her head as she stepped outside the car, the wind blew in her dark purple dress until she entered a building. Her father had the 'great' idea of renting a two-stories penthouse at the top of a luxurious apartment building. She sighed as she entered the elevator, reaching to push the button for the top floor. Way to make me feel like a princess, prisoner in the highest tower of a castle. She kept being told that she was lucky to live so well, especially during these times, but she lacked one thing freedom. It was not a price she liked to pay, she had to do everything according to what she was told and it angered her. Tonight would be a party in the town hall with the mayor and some of the police officers and their families. Her oldest sister would not be there, as she now lived far away with her husband, but the other one had yet to come home with her fianc before they'd all leave together. Her two sisters were perfect inspiration for her both married or about to, well educated and promised to wealthy and ambitious men. However, she didn't wish for that kind of life, and chose to go to school and study instead. It had inspired a new vision to her father, wanting to push her into the criminal justice and law field. It was still an interesting matter, and for a while she rejoiced in learning and hoping to work with the police. But she quickly learned how her parents wouldn't let her, as they kept bodyguards around her precious family members to protect them. To her, it was like keeping her from breathing. There was no way they'd let her work in such a dangerous field. Still, father was proud of his young daughter, and he had planned to show her around downtown the places where he would likely have to watch over and visit often. It was his way of giving her a piece of dream to hold onto, to think that she 'might' get near to that kind of work someday. But, she well knew she'd more likely be a lawyer or a secretary in a police station, rather than a police officer herself. Oh how she wanted some action in her life. After a late lunch with her mother, her father arrived at their home and they both left the impressive building before they were driven to downtown. Again, her eyes were riveted on the streets' life, a hand playing with the curly ends of her brown wavy hair. She had visited bars and important shops with the 'newly promoted police chief' who wanted to introduce himself to a couple of business owners to comfort them and promise a better, as crime-free as possible city. She had never been allowed to go out in common places like these, especially not by herself, and yet here she was in a club, a place filled with immorality and forbidden practices. An eyebrow rose as she stared at her father curiously. Father, are you sure we are at the right place? she asked in a low voice. He didn't even bother answering as the crowd turned towards the entrance to applause them. He bowed and quickly ordered her to do the same so they could go address the owner of the club and leave. He did not want to introduce her to that kind of show or the guests that were here. However, she was pretty curious of the place and managed to part from him as she told her father she would use the bathrooms. Chief Edwards, I'm happy to see you, started the club's manager as he motioned towards a small office in the back of the room. The police chief looked back to try to find his daughter, but she had left. He followed the man to the small office so they could chat quietly, a hint of worry in his eyes. The adventurous lady walked in the small hall backstage, making her way to the bathrooms. It felt slightly weird to be the only girl about, except for the dancers, which she had not yet seen or met. A performance was about to start as she discreetly crossed the hall, glancing at the crowd to see if her father was there, but he was still inside the office. She stood there, not knowing where to sit or if she should watch, hiding behind the corner of the wall.