Los Angeles was a strange place - Maggie had decided that fact within a few days of arriving in the bustling city. A world away from the streets of Dublin that she’d called home for most her life, the American metropolis seemed to ooze a completely new way of life. It must be admitted, she concluded, that her newfound sense of freedom was not emanating from the city alone. On the contrary, Maggie reasoned that it was in fact the absence of her beloved husband that contributed to her enjoyment of the sun-soaked city. While she may have tried to pretend that her sojourn in the United States was for leisure alone, the woman’s spirits were dampened by the reality that she was actually on this side of the world for business purposes. Her husband was growing older by the day, slowly giving in to the ailments he had garnered as a result of his indulgent lifestyle. As a result, John Power had petitioned his wife to go to the city of angels in his stead.
It was quickly becoming obvious that the West Coast was being ruled by a new breed of gangsters and, never one to miss out on the fun, John wanted to ensure that his counterparts on the other side of the globe knew his name. This was how Margaret Power had found herself travelling halfway across the world for the first time. Though she may have wanted to protest at the thought of representing her husband’s illicit activities on an international scale, she welcomed the respite of the new city. It wasn’t long before she was welcomed onto the illustrious social scene of the bustling city, quickly bypassing the simpering ladies with their beautiful dresses and rising to the levels needed to execute her tasks.
Finally, after almost two months in the city, Maggie found herself preparing to meet with with a representative from one of the larger syndicates. Tucking her auburn hair delicately behind her ear, the Irish woman scanned the bar silently as she waited for whichever lacky would have the pleasure of meeting her. As she smoothed out her simple gown, she wondered briefly if she was getting too old for this kind of game. She could drape herself in jewels and pretty gowns all she wanted, but the reality was that the men were no longer seeking her gaze - not that she particularly wanted their attention. No, there was only one person’s attention that she truly wanted and, well, she didn’t like to dwell on that these days. Hearing footsteps behind her, Maggie kept her gaze on her drink, not wanting to seem at all perturbed by her company. “Are you here for me?” she questioned, almost politely, still not turning to meet the newcomer’s gaze. @overlookedoverachiever
