Vivi’s Story

Vivienne had always been the glamorous, ditzy blonde. That's what she'd been labelled growing up in one of the most notorious neighbourhoods in London. People judged her by her appearance, and she had grown accustomed to the condescending comments and sneers from those around her. But what most didn't know was that Vivienne was far more than just a pretty face.

She had excelled in her studies at law school, her legal acumen a hidden treasure beneath her golden locks and stylish outfits. Yet, even in the academic world, Vivienne faced prejudice. Professors and fellow students often dismissed her intellect, choosing instead to focus on her appearance. It was a constant battle to be taken seriously.

After law school, Vivienne embarked on a successful career in the legal profession. But the constant struggle to prove her worth, coupled with the lecherous advances of her male colleagues, wore her down. Vivienne decided to leave it all behind. Trouble seemed to follow her, and she began to wonder if it was her destiny to be caught in the midst of it.

Her new life led her to one of London's most elegant yet eerie jazz clubs. She became the star performer, enchanting audiences with her angelic voice and captivating presence. But there was more to this club than met the eye. Vivienne found herself an unwitting witness to recurring illegal drug trafficking drop-offs near her spacious dressing room. It was a dangerous world of shadows and secrets, and she couldn't help but be intrigued.

These were no ordinary men involved in the illicit trade. They exuded an air of danger that both fascinated and frightened Vivienne. While this new lifestyle excited her, she bore the physical scars to prove that it wasn't meant for someone like her.

Before every performance, the club owner would offer a stern reminder, "You're up, blondie, and remember, your reputation and life depend on every gig you have here." It was a chilling statement that sent shivers down her spine, and it was a mantra she wished she could escape.

One fateful night, as Vivienne took the stage, she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The watchful eyes of the menacing men from the shadows weighed on her, making her fur coat all the more necessary to conceal the bruises from her encounters behind the stage. She knew she needed an escape from this dangerous world.

And that's when she saw him. His eyes, piercing and enigmatic, locked onto hers from the very back of the club. He wore a top hat, giving him an air of mystery. Vivienne couldn't look away, and he seemed equally captivated by her.

As the last notes of her performance filled the room, she gracefully made her way toward him. His gaze never wavered, and his expression remained inscrutable. He pulled out a card from his pocket, one that promised opportunities and a life she had always believed was destined for her.

With a voice as smooth as silk, he spoke, "I think you'll be needing this." The card glistened in the dim light of the club, bearing the promise of a different path, a way out of the perilous life she had unwittingly stumbled into.

Vivienne took the card, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew that this encounter might be her one chance to escape the clutches of the jazz club and the dangerous world of drug trafficking that surrounded it. With her reputation and her life hanging in the balance, she had a difficult decision to make.

As she pocketed the card, Vivienne couldn't help but feel that this man might hold the key to her salvation. The allure of the unknown and the promise of a different destiny beckoned her. And so, with a newfound sense of purpose, she made a choice that would alter the course of her life forever.