This chapter is shorter than the other. Enjoy!

Marshall's POV

I stared out the large window that gave me a clear view of the city. I lived in a penthouse. It was huge, and ironically I lived by myself. Well...Most of the time. Every once in awhile, my eleven year old daughter, Marcy visits. My ex wife, Rachael, and I split up about three years ago, and Marcy went to live with her.

I'm a lawyer and I own my own firm. A&A. I sipped on my glass of brandy. Another long day at work. Thank god it's Friday. Once I finished it, I went into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed, letting out an exhausted sigh. When you walk into the penthouse, there's a little walkway which leads to the living room, then to your left is the kitchen, and to the right is the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.. There's also an indoor pool and gym, which is the reason my body's still in really good shape. I've been told I have the complexion of a person in their twenties. Even Rachael thinks I'm hot. Whether she'll admit it is a different story. My phone buzzed and the screen came to life. It was just a message from Rachael. I ignored it and fell asleep.

I woke up at around ten, I got out of bed and walked down the hall. I walked into the kitchen and stopped. I looked into the living room and saw Marcy sitting on my couch.

"Marcy?" I said.

"Hey dad." She said, her eyes were on her phone screen.

"I-I didn't know you were coming." I said.

"Mom sent you a message." She said.

I smacked myself on the forehead. "Sorry, I didn't see it. Do you want some breakfast?" I offered.

"I want an omelet." Marcy demanded.

"Alright." I'm pretty good at cooking, if I do say so myself. So I didn't need a chef. I cracked the eggs into a bowl then I beat them (its only dirty if your dirty), added some water, salt, and pepper to the mix, put them in the skillet and let them cook. I moved the yellow liquid around as it cooked, making sure all it was cooked before taking it off the skillet. I folded it and then lifted it off the skillet and onto the plate.

"Viola!" I said as I put the plate on the counter. Marcy got off the couch and sat on the stool in front of the counter. "What do you think?" I asked. She took a bite and bit her lip to hold back her smile.

"Well, since you don't like it." I pulled the plate away from her, and grabbed and pulled it back.

"I like it! I like it!" She shouted. I let go of the plate and laughed.

"It's too easy." I said. "How's school?" I asked. I may not see her every day, but I know my daughter. I took the extra step to not be like my mother. She was always, work, work, work, sip some brandy, and maybe sleep that guy who wants the promotion. We were anything but close, Marcy didn't like the fact me and her mom were divorced, but we always had a good time.

"There was this play, and this kid's dad showed up towards the end drunk." Marcy giggled.

"Poor kid." I said.

"The kid's a total loser anyways." Marcy said.

"Marcy, bullying is wrong." I said. I can't say that I didn't tease and prank children mercilessly when I was a kid, but I don't want Marcy to do that. It makes you a bad person.

"Mom thinks it's funny." Marcy mumbled.

"Your mom's a bitch." I said. I put my hand over my mouth. Fuck! We talked about this! No cursing in front of Marcy!

"Marcy. Calling people out of their name is wrong too. Now, what would it take to keep this a secret from mom?" I asked.

"Fifty bucks and I want to go to Wendy Cardigan's slumber party tonight." She's my daughter alright.

"Fine." I grabbed my wallet and handed her a fifty.

"Thank you." She said sweetly and pocketed the cash. After dinner, chicken teriyaki, we hopped into my black mustang. I'd heard about Wendy from Marcy, of course. She had a big house, and most of the girls talked about her behind her back, but loved going to her slumber parties. I walked Marcy up to the door. Mr. and Mrs. Cardigan answered the door. I look at them and could tell they desperate people.

"Bye Marcy. I'll pick you up at?"

"Ten o'clock." Marcy said.

"Ten o'clock." I repeated then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

I should go out tonight. It's a Saturday, my bribe got rid of the one thing I was supposed to do. My friend, Ace, owned this awesome club, so I probably get in easy. I called Ace to get a free pass in.

"Maaarrrrsssshhhhallll." He said.

"Hey Ace." I said.

"Bro, you'll never guess what I'm on right now." He said.

"I don't want to know." I said.

"Fine, your loss. What's up?" Ace said.

"Do you mind hooking me up with a free pass to your club tonight?" I asked.

"Marsh. You are my bro! Fuck yeah! You can have a pass for the whole fucking year! You got me out of trouble sooo many times, it's not even funny!" He started laughing really loudly and I took the phone off my ear. "Sorry bout that, but yeah, don't worry. I'll have you put under V.V.V.I.P. Very very very important person." Ace said.

"Awesome. Thanks." I said.

"No. You're awesome." Ace said.

"I'll...see you later man." I said, hanging up the phone. I've known Ace for four years. He was one of my clients, he was under a shit ton of charges. I got him out with no convictions. So he owes me a lot.

It was only 8, so I did a little weight lifting, showered, combed my hair, put on some cologne and looked through my closet for something to wear. I was thinking a suit, but that looked too professional. I wanted to use this as a chance to relax, so I put on a flannel and a pair of ripped jeans. Casual. I nodded my head as I looked in the mirror. It was almost ten when I left the penthouse. I took a taxi to the city, and stopped at the large building that was booming music and had tons of lights flashing. The sign on top read, "The Cave" in glowing white lights. I'm almost thirty two and still am going to places like this. Maybe I really am a guy in his twenties.

The line to get in went all the way down the block. I felt so lucky that I got to cut the line.

"Hey man, no cutting." The large security guard said. His hand pushed my chest.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. "Marshall Lee Abadeer." I said. The man's eyes widened.

"I'm s-so sorry. I-I didn't know. Please, go right in." He said, removing the velvet rope out of my way. I walked into the club and took a martini off a passing waitress' tray. I sipped the drink and it burned slightly as it went down. "Now, let's have some fun." I said to myself.