FALL FROM GRACE

The nightclub owner had it all…

Until that fateful day.

Deep in the city, on the trendy side of town he pulled up in front of the nightclub he owned in his flashy car. He opened the driver door and obnoxiously threw his keys at one of the bouncers who worked for him.

“Not a scratch,” he said. 

The bouncer silently sniggered, but he would do what he was told because he had a family to support; he needed the money. That was the only reason why he wasn’t acting upon his urge to smash the arrogant little nightclub owner two feet into the concrete sidewalk. He quickly parked the car, making sure not to scratch it, and then he returned the keys back to the nightclub owner who was in his office, sat in a lavish leather chair, with two feet perched on his expensive mahogany desk.