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Club Paradise, since Mike was working in the movie industry, he had heard rumors about that place. It was extremely private and according to the rumors you would be expelled instantly if you violate one of the rules of the club. Even the location of the club was a huge secret.

So it had been a huge surprise for Mike, when he had found the letter in his inbox, sealed with a dark red wax seal, which had turned out to be an invitation for the club. Apparently he had been suggested as a member by another member. He was working in higher management t of a big movie company and recently had secured the company a huge deal for a movie franchise. A bit he suspected that his boss had invited him. But the invitation also said that he wasn‘t allowed to talk about it with anyone and so he quickly had put the letter into his jacket pocket and continued working.

The rest of the week had become really hard to endure, his thoughts always drifted to the club and what was happening there at all. The letter had stated him to be at central station at a specific time on Friday evening, wearing a long coat and a fedora as also a good looking dress.

Friday came and the biggest issue for Mike had been to get a good fitting coat. But finally he had found one at a tailor and so he was standing at grand central as instructed, reading a newspaper.

„Mike Smith?“ a male voice said and he looked up, looking into the face of a older, slightly grumpy looking man.

„Yes, that‘s me,“ Mike responded and the man quickly compared his face with a picture he had.

„Good. Follow me,“ the man said and together they walked down the corridors to the platform. „Access to the club is available from several places in the neighborhood. You can find those locations in the member‘s handbook which you can read at the club. To prevent too many persons using each entrance at the same time it is required that you get a time slot for entrance to the club.“

They walked a bit further down the corridor before stopping in front of a inconspicuous door. The man knocked three times fast and two times slow against it and a second later the lock clicked and another man opened the door from the inside, revealing a look into a small room with a coffee machine, a computer and several surveillance monitors.

„This is Mr. Smith,“ the man said to the other who nodded and pointed at the chair in front of the table.

„Could you please sit down here, Mr. Smith, and put your chin here.“ He pointed at a small device standing on the table. Mike followed his instruction and looked into what looked like two small cameras. It took a slight moment then the man nodded. „Good. That was everything, Mr. Smith. All the other entrances are equipped with iris scanners, so you can simply enter there.“

The other man nodded too and opened another door. „Follow me, Mr. Smith.“ They walked down another corridor, which was decorated with marble. After a few minutes walk, they finally reached a round room with a big, old style elevator.

„Club Paradise“, Mike read and looked around. Several other corridors lead into other directions, all of them with signs where they were leading. On a quick look he realized htat they were connecting several subway stations in the nearby area as also some other payces, so guests of the club could get there without gathering big attention. All this secrets made him much more interested in what he would experience there.

The man had opened the elevator. „Here, Mr. Smith, enjoy your stay in Club Paradise.“

The elevator moved up and passed a few floors without stopping. Then finally it arrived in what looked like a lobby. The elevator stopped and slowly the door opened, inviting him into Club Paradise.