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Chapter 6- Clubbin rocks y'all

She stared solidly at the business card for a minute, before a loose piece of hair fell over her eyes and she pulled her head back, curling her strands of hair back behind her ears. She sighed and turned the card over a couple of times before shoving it back in her pocket.

A nightclub huh? Better go shopping. Ah, who am I kidding? Its Rome. I simply have to go shopping. Chloe let out a little giggle and felt slightly better, knowing she still had a chance. She got up from the steps and headed back down to the street, where she proceeded to flag down a cab.

2 hours later Chloe stumbled into the hotel that Leo had thoughtfully booked her in at, laden with bags full of clothes, shoes and accessories. She knew she had a couple of hours before the club would open its doors so she opted to collapse on her big comfortable bed and come up with some sort of plan. She set her cellphone to beep when she had one hour to go. She clambered up onto the bedspread and leaned back in the pillows, planning to close her eyes purely because she could concentrate better, however within three minutes she had struggled to fight off sleep and was now snoring quietly.

"Your face… community service… sunblock… liquor license… Mafia… reporter…" words reverberated around in her head not making any sense, she thought she recognised the voice of the male she was talking to, but the scene was too fuzzy for her to make out who it was. She kept on getting flashes, which were becoming stronger by the minute, and then finally it all became clear, her dream character was talking to Julia's partner, and he looked really really red in the face. "Just like a lobster" Chloe mumbled and smiled in her sleep, before heading into another dream.

It took her a couple of minutes to focus on her activity in the next one, but when she did she realised that the dreams were linked, for in this one she was in the presence of real lobsters and Julia's partner was putting them in a pan. She was actually getting sentences in this dream… something about a restaurant making profit… and the next minute she realised the two characters were kissing.

Chloe gasped and awoke immediately, pulling herself up out of the pillows and grabbing the bottle of water she had previously placed on the nightstand.My God. That's certainly never happened before. Oh God, I was cheating on Rob! What the hell was I doing? It seemed so right, yet it couldn't be, because I'm married to Rob. Maybe that's why Rob doesn't know about him, maybe it was vital I kept it a secret? Hang on a sec, does that mean he was cheating on Julia as well? They booked the room as a couple didn't they? Oh God, what if she knew and refuses to help me? She is already a criminal I doubt it would be that hard for her to refuse...oh no... Why was I talking about the Mafia and community service in the first dream? I'm not… surely I cant be a criminal? It would after all make complete sense, hanging out with two people involved with dangerous activity but keeping their existence a secret from the ones I love… or did love?

OH!" She sighed in frustration. "I don't know!" She yelled out, before remembering she was in a public place. She clambered of the bed and strode over to the bathroom, planning on taking a shower before her meeting tonight. Whilst she let the warm water cascade over her, she also allowed all her old thoughts to run again through her mind, some of them making sense, others just being odd memories chucked in there to confuse her. She started to shake and finally decided to climb out and sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the bath, it was too much to take. Tears started cascading down her cheeks now, and she bent her head onto her knees and she just sat there, holding her position and wishing she could recall all the events of her life. She reached up too her head and carefully pressing her fingers on her temple, she could feel the titanium plate that had saved her two years ago, but the installation of which had caused her to lose her memory. At the time she had been told by the fantastic team of neurosurgeons that had rallied around to help her when the accident had occurred that she was lucky, very lucky. She was told, no better still, it was emphasised greatly how lucky she was to have a father with such great friends and contacts, but all she wished now was that he hadn't known them. All she could think now was it would have been better to have died quickly rather than to have to suffer the torture of her whole life being erased, and the traumatic side effects it brought.

A sudden beeping brought startled her out of her reverie and she realised it was her Nokia reminding her to get ready. The sound had pulled her out of her semi trance but pulled her into another 'memory', causing her to alter her current thought pattern.

The three of them were at the restaurant, laughing away at something Julia and her partner had just said… something about profits from the bar. Chloe didn't understand it, but her character did and was grinning so hard, that Chloe felt the happiness consuming her as well. A few minutes later she was sitting down with Julia and although she couldn't make out all of the conversation, she did get one sentence pretty clear, as if her subconscious meant her to hear it at this point in her life. "Sweetie, see I told you, I knew you could do it. You can do anything if you try hard enough and really want it to happen. The key to life is to stay positive"

The key to life is to stay positive… the key to life is to stay positive. I should stop contemplating the horrible mess my life is in right now and focus on finding Julia. I need those answers; ergo I will get those answers. God, did I just use Latin? I really should stop watching so much American political drama.

Chloe raised herself up using the sides of the bath to help her stand and she walked back into the main room and started delving through her new purchases.

Thirty minutes later Chloe Tyler had been transformed from a boring conservative security officer to a confident, bold partygoer. She was now wearing a revealing red v-neck that was slashed across her abdomen and a black denim mini skirt with knee high black boots with 5-inch heels. She had fluffed her hair up and had applied a good coating of mascara to her eyes, as well as hot red lipstick to her mouth. She strode over to the elevator and her demeanour had completely changed. The lift operator kept looking over at her awe-struck, until she said hello to him and he quickly mumbled a hello back before turning away from her, seemingly traumatised by the fact she had actually spoken to him.

As she arrived at the club she came across an already big queue, but she found the bouncers were being pretty picky that night, and were turning quite a few people away they deemed not up to the right standard. However when Chloe approached the door, they looked her up and down once before allowing her in with a smile and a 'through here ma'am'. She gave them a sly grin and strode in confidently, sashaying her way between the already sweating bodies, trying to make her way to her bar.

"What can I get you Signora?" The tall blue eyed bartender asked her in his Italian tainted English. Thank god this is an English bar She recalled what Leo's card said in her mind, she had to ask for a Vodka Chocolate Mudshake and then he would say he didn't think they stocked it. If she then told him it was a terrible shame and that they should consider it, further code word contact would be initiated.

" A Vodka Chocolate Mudshake please Signore." She leaned her head to one side and gave him a sly grin.

He looked slightly taken aback when she requested this, but he obviously knew what to reply, "I'm sorry Signora, I don't think we stock that particular drink."

"Well isn't that a terrible shame" She said, and watched his eyes light up in recognition. "You really should consider it. Ill have vodka and coke please. He nodded his head and excused himself whilst he walked to the other end of the bar, and she caught him gesturing to a young looking man, his hand wavering in her direction. When he left the man to get her drink, the man came over and sat on the barstool next to her.

" Evening Signora, Isn't this club designed well?" He asked, Chloe's levels of hope raising, as this was the code.

"Yes, and the beautiful people here make it so much better" She replied, causing him to nod at her and he gave a quick smile.

" I take it you must be Leo's client? I was made aware he had one in town. Do you have a name?"

"Yes, I'm Chloe Tyler, and I really need your help."