"The next round is on me." Dr. Riggs exclaimed above the roar of the vibrant club and club-goers. "If there ever were a perfect day, this would be it." He went on as he sipped off of his tumbler of Johnny Walker Black. Dr. Riggs was an older black man who had amassed a sizeable arcane amount of book smarts, but he was no doctor or Ph.D. His knowledge was in the streets, he was a hustler, but his day job was a sports agent.
That day they had signed the next big thing in sports, or so they hoped it to be. The kid was a 19-year-old phenom on the basketball court 6'9 with a savvy court vision and killer instinct. He would be leaving college to take his game to the pros and would most definitely be the first pick, but no less than 4th and signing a substantial size contract for sure. That is where Mr. Riggs came in, having been able to get some huge deals for his clients over the years, and had no doubt he'd be able to do it for this kid as well.
He was feeling good the previous month; he had been rough losing a family member and breaking up with a long-time girlfriend as they did not see eye to eye about their future. He hated the fact that it happened, but she called his bluff, and she was gone. So, to say the least, signing the phenom was a bit of good news for both his bank account and mindset.
The night progressed, surrounded by other agents and staff members of the Hustle Media firm. Dr. Riggs eyed the crowd at the 9 Steps club that night with a bevy of beauties in attendance. One, in particular, had caught his eye, a blonde in a tight red dress with a fantastic physique moving to the salsa rhythm playing over the massive sound system. Emboldened by the spirits and the wave of emotion of the day, Dr. Riggs left the bar and moved to the dance floor to meet up with the divine beauty that he had to meet eyes with through the night. She was dancing off by herself, and as he drew closer to her, she picked up his gaze, and, playing coy, she turned her back as he moved up on her like a stealthy animal of prey. They began to vibe as at; first, she seemed a bit hesitant, but seeing how Dr. Riggs could match her move for the move, she let him in.
The Hustle Media team marveled and joked at where and how he had learned such dance steps and then began crudely taking bets on how soon he'd leave with the woman. The group at the bar got feisty over the action. Even before the final stakes were set, Dr. Riggs and the woman in red had dipped out. Moving to a darkened hallway to ravenously make out. They then moved to his black Audi 300 super sport parked outside of the club in the lot. Upon reaching his vehicle and getting in, they indulged in each other. Caution was thrown to the wind, and Dr. Riggs felt as if he was back on top of his game, life, and clearly, this blonde-haired woman that he called Rose.
The next morning Dr. Riggs awoke at his apartment a little confused, expecting to see the gorgeous woman he had picked up the night before in his bed or somewhere about his apartment sashaying around in one of his dress shirts, but there was no one. He had awoken alone with faint memories of the events from last night. He then began to start his day showering and dressed, knowing later that day, he had a follow-up meeting with the young phenom, his new client.
As he went to make himself something to eat, a knock came at his door. Upon opening it, he saw it was the police. They then asked him his name and preceded to notify him he had been implicated in the murder of a young woman. Flabbergasted, he asked questions anyone would ask when accused of such a crime. They eventually asked him to come down to the station to clear this up, to which Dr. Riggs vehemently pleaded it had to be a mistake. Dr. Riggs made his way down to the station to see some of his own staff, giving a statement to an officer. He began to think things were going out of control fast, so he tried to remember the happenings last night. Things in his head were foggy, but they were there all the way up to meet the woman in red he took to his car that he called Rose after that, it was all a blank.
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