1 month later:

"You're late" Evan McGill hollered at his employee as she walked through the door. Suzie had been singing at McGill's night club for about a month now and the crowd loved her soft melancholy voice and dark beauty. But he was worried about her. In the entire time he'd known her he was fairly sure he hadn't seen her smile once.

"I am sorry Mr. McGill," she apologized in her very proper way, "I was feeling a bit ill this morning."

"Anything wrong? That's the third time this week, are you sure you should perform?"

"Nothing to worry about sir, I'll be fine"

"All right then. If you say so" at which he returned to his cleaning and she retired to her dressing room.