The sun was fading into the clouds, as Matthew was driving for his destination. Hopefully it wasn't going to be rainy today, as he hadn't exactly picked the best wear for that... weather report, of course they got it wrong again. Matthew listened the news on the radio for a while, before turning it off, taking a left turn from the lights. He knew the news already, and what the topic of the day was... again. After all, death of a mayor has always been a big thing, nevertheless on big apple. Matthew checked himself from the mirror, removing his sunglasses, before putting a hand over his mouth, taking a deep breath. It was a fresh breathing, as Matthew had made the best effort for his entire outfit not smelling cigarets. He had a slight health issue with those if he would keep going on like that, and he admitted he had a problem with them... he just hope his job and payment wouldn't depend on it.
Getting to the house, Matthew looked at the tall building... at least it wasn't on any shady parts of the city for sure, finding a troublemaker would be almost as hard as to find a free space to park his car. Managing to get a pot a block away, Matthew stepped outside to the street, locking his car properly before walking back to her address. Mrs. Rothien... Matthew had to check the spelling twice on that. Getting for the entrance of the building, he had been told to take on the 21st floor. Getting to the elevator, Matthew checked himself once more. He had closed his brown jacket to make him look more official, his hair tidied up and a proper trousers instead of his usual jeans. He did used to have a more casual wear for these to get some attention out of him, but people of this class had more requirements on their bodyguards than to just keep them safe.
Finally getting to the right floor, Matthew got to the door that had number 55 on it, pressing the doorbell, fixing his appearance for a second to not make it look anyhow sloppy... it was the first impression, after all, that left the biggest mark.