Club Velvet

Greeting

The drive to Velvet was long, but the week felt longer. Nolan drove himself, in a black Porsche, like he always did. He could afford a driver, he just thought it was beneath him to be driven around. As if he couldn't do it himself. When he got to Velvet, the valet took his car and he sauntered inside. This was a high-end establishment, for clientele of the highest caliber. Politicians, CEOs, celebrities. And Nolan. He sat at the bar, ordering an Old Fashioned. His favorite.