Queen

Charles Verona has a secret. It’s not considered uncommon or strange. He has an obsession. Charles likes to win, all the time.
He walks the streets of New York city, a pretty young thing on his arm. His prize. Vikki Devonay is a young up and coming theater actress and he won her away from all her admirers. He stopped at nothing to get at least one date with her.
They walk down the lighted streets past stores and people browsing. Vikki stops to look at a clothing store window, admiring the new summer clothes. She talks of what she’d like, once she becomes a big star.
Charles smiles and nods, turning to the side slightly, putting his hand in his jacket pocket. His fingers lightly trace the small object, going around the square base, then to the top, the crown. His lucky object. A queen from a chess piece.
He smiles. Soon he shall have his queen.