Whitney was contemplating whether she should go or not. She made her way to Fat Cat's penthouse that they shared. It was dark when she walked in. "Hello ?" She called out. "Where have you been ?" Fat Cat asked, coming out of the darkness. "I was at the club, having a drink." "Mmhmmm....someone told me that Michael was there, too and he talked to you." "Yea, we talked. Sorta." "And he told you what's he up to ?" "No. We just talked. Umm...I'm gonna go to bed." She went to her room and went to bed.
* 12 midnight *

Whitney got up and left the penthouse. She made her way to the place where Michael told her to meet at. She made her way to an older looking house. Right as she was about to knock, the door opened. There stood Michael.  He was wearing a red dress shirt with a black tie. His hair was pulled back with a few strands framing his face. Whitney stood there in a trance. "Whitney, come in. You look good, girl." "Thanks." she said going into the house. There were candles lit everywhere. "Wow." "Yea. They help me relax." "Uhh..." "What ? Cause I ice people, I have to live in

the slums. I like having nice things." "Tell me why you want me to be your girl ?" "I need a girl. I'm tired of being alone. I heard you were a good girl. So are you a good girl ?" "No, I'm not. You forgot who I was with before." "Tell me. How does Fat Cat treat you ?" "Like I'm invisible. One time we were robbing the bank over on 2nd street. And he forgot me. I had to pretend I was on the police side. He makes me so mad sometime. Ugh...." "I see. Well, since you're with me, you don't need to worry about that. I know how to treat a lady. See whatever you want, I'll get you it. I just have just one rule: Don't rat me out. Whether were together or not. We got a deal ?" "It's a deal."