Jimmy finally concluded a plea agreement and could write his case report. Afterwards, he would transfer it to the Federation Prosecutor, waiting for the subsequent court trial.

After dealing with a heap of tasks, Jimmy at last could take a rest. Though the shooting case remained unresolved, he accidentally uncovered another dismemberment case, which was an achievement in itself.

Enjoying a rare break, Jimmy booked a ticket to a Broadway show as a treat for himself. Fortunately, there was a performance of the classic "Phantom of the Opera". Although it was his first time watching it, experiencing a staple of musical theater seemed far better than randomly picking some other show, despite the expensive ticket price.

Jimmy got ready early, wearing an Italian suit tailored by a designer named Demore. Alas, he really disliked bow ties and forwent the one matched with this suit in favor of a black tie with purple stripes of his own.

Black three-piece suit, white shirt, black tie with purple stripes, and black leather shoes; outside, a black overcoat. It was quite cold, but as he was driving back and forth, the problem wasn't serious—the impression he made was what mattered most.

Arriving at Broadway, Jimmy entered after his ticket was checked. It was his first time at a Broadway theater. His seat was slightly towards the back in the middle. He had arrived a bit early and observed his surroundings while waiting for the start of the show.

Perhaps due to theater etiquette, the audience seemed very quiet, with just sporadic whispers occasionally rising. Jimmy also checked his phone to confirm it was on silent. No issues there.

As someone with no background in musical theater, Jimmy suddenly felt he had made a mistake. He knew from what he had heard that musicals weren't everyone's cup of tea, and the more he listened, the more it seemed they weren't for him.

Mainly because Jimmy wasn't familiar with the backstory of Phantom of the Opera, and after just half an hour, before the first act was even over, he felt he could hardly hold on any longer.

With a break in the middle, the show lasted two and a half hours. During the intermission, Jimmy slipped into the bathroom to smoke a cigarette and clear his head.

In the break, Jimmy observed the people around him. Many who came to watch the musical theater seemed to be quite old, at least middle-aged, with very few young people like him.

It must be said, merely by seeing the audience here, one could grasp what so-called class was. Basically, Jimmy had seen only a few people of color; saying that over 90% were white wouldn't be off the mark. As a young Chinese man, he indeed stood out in the crowd.

"Jimmy? Is that you?" Jimmy heard someone call him from behind and turned around. What luck—Jenna was wearing a white gown next to an older man, well, one could say older. He looked to be about sixty, with black hair but noticeable wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead.

Jenna approached Jimmy, arm in arm with the older man: "It really is you, Jimmy. I didn't expect you to have an interest in opera."

Jimmy smiled and greeted Jenna, "Good evening, Jenna. I rarely come here, you know, I'm quite busy. Who might this be?"

Jenna: "Ronald Raymond, my uncle."

Jimmy extended his hand to Raymond, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Raymond."

Raymond shook Jimmy's hand, seemingly unconsciously squeezing quite hard. Jimmy kept his composure and continued to shake his hand up and down. After a few seconds, they let go of each other's hands. Jimmy hadn't exerted much force, not wanting to be accused of mistreating an elderly person, especially when it was a friend's relative.

Raymond: "You are a fine young man. What do you do?"

Jenna suddenly interrupted Raymond's question: "Enough, he's not one of your subordinates. Why ask so many questions?"

She turned to Jimmy, "Did you come by yourself today?"

Jimmy nodded, "I'm just here to relax on my rare day off. How about you? Would you like to get a drink after this?"

Jenna glanced at Raymond: "No, I promised to go back home tonight."

Jimmy: "Well, we can arrange another time then. Goodbye, Jenna. Goodbye, Mr. Raymond. Have a good night!"

Jimmy shook hands with Raymond to bid him farewell, then turned back to the lobby. Jenna had come to the opera with a relative; a quick greeting was enough, lingering too long would be lacking in tact.

But Jenna really was versatile. The last time he saw her in a dress, it was a knee-length cocktail dress that made her seem warm and cheerful. Today's long dress made her look very dignified. Women, huh.

The second half started soon, and Jimmy, who had felt drowsy earlier, now felt refreshed after the break. An hour later, the show was over.

Jimmy followed the slow-moving crowd out of the theater. Checking the time, it was still early. He walked along Broadway for a while and came across a whiskey bar, not bothering to look for another place.

After entering, a server took his overcoat, and Jimmy headed to the bar area. The bar really was impressive, with dim yellow lighting highlighting the shelves of various drinks on either side of the bar—mostly whiskey, but also Cognac, Armagnac, Rum, and Tequila.

Perhaps because the place wasn't busy, the bartender chatted with Jimmy off and on, out of boredom. This time, Jimmy didn't go for his usual Glenlivet but chose Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey instead.

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