Rita arrived at the club, her car stopping in front of the main entrance. Neon lights illuminated the venue's name, attracting a crowd that lined up along the sidewalk.
Music boomed from inside, making the ground vibrate under her feet as she approached the entrance.
A long queue of people waited impatiently to enter. Men and women dressed in the latest fashion chatted and laughed, eager to enjoy the night.
Rita, however, had no time to wait. Determined, she walked directly towards the bouncer.
"Hey! Who do you think you are?" shouted a young woman from the queue, irritated by Rita's apparent lack of consideration.
Rita didn't bother to turn around. She simply approached the bouncer, a tall, burly man with a well-groomed beard.
"Rita Barker," she said firmly, looking him straight in the eye.
The bouncer quickly consulted a list on his tablet and nodded.
"Go ahead, Ms. Barker," he replied as he stepped aside, allowing her to pass.
