Later that evening, we went to downtown Chicago to the best dance club in town. Nikki showed me what I was missing after getting so wrapped up in my journalism career. I knew McKayla thought I was flaky sometimes and not serious about things, but not having the same nine to five was something I craved. The freedom to do what I wanted spoke to me on a deeper level after watching my mother struggle to survive. The Fever was known all over the city as the place to be seen and mingle with the higher elite. I sipped on the dirty martini while in the VIP section, which we didn’t have to pay for because Nikki knew the owner.
“Are you having fun?” Nikki yelled in my ear.
“Yes, I appreciate you getting me out there.”
A hand went up to dismiss my comment.
“To the beginning of? I haven’t designed
