Williamson led Bella Lisa to a door built into the wall which she would never have noticed had she been alone. He opened the door for her and they entered the marble lobby of the A and E Club, his hand on her behind. Mirrored glass was laid into the three surrounding walls and a heavy red velvet curtain separated the lobby from the theater. A large crystal chandelier seemed to float above her, reflected in all directions by the mirrors. She never would’ve thought such an opulent theater lobby would be here, hidden within the ugly exterior brick walls. As Williamson led Bella Lisa across the lobby toward the hostess platform, she saw the ubiquitous Mr. Firmin checking her out. She could hardly blame him for staring, or any of the other well-dressed men milling about who had turned to gawk a
