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"Fucking hell..."

"...is 7 am! today will be a sunny day with warm weather considering we're in the middle of November, personally I'd recc-" the radio said after waking you up with its alarm.

You turned around in your bed, dreaming a little bit longer underneath the comfortable and safe sheets.

What if you had everything? What if you one day got so wealthy that you could do anything? Oh, to live such a life with all the endless possibilities... to wake up next to a loving boyfriend who only want what's best for you. You would be able to do anything and everything, not thinking of the consequences but just living life in the moment without a care in the world.

Bloody fake scenarios, we all know they will never happen. That's why they're called fake.

You smiled sleepily and stretched in your bed.

"Good morning cutie, pspspsps..."

Your cat crawled onto your bed and lied down next to you. It was nice with some company and someone to talk to – even if you didn't get an answer.

"How are we feeling today?" you asked softly and stroked the old and white cat.

"Meow"

"Me too Betty, me too" you sighed, already tired by the thought of the massive workload that awaited on your desk, patiently waiting for your fingers to sort the emails in neat folders by the click of a mouse.

You weren't studying at the moment. You had never been the most hard-working girl in class, always one step behind the others at all times. But you were crazy good at math and numbers.

In high school you had extracurricular classes to help you with your grades – it was here you first encountered the fine art of running a business. Turns out you were pretty good at that one, now always one step ahead of your rivals.

*Rriiiinggg. Rriiiinggg. Rriiiinggg *

"What now?" you sighed and answered the call. You weren't supposed to be at work until 8, you never got a call this early in the morning, it's way too early for anyone to be up.

"Goo-" you were interrupted by the person on the other end of the line.

"Y/n, you have to be here now, you have to. Something bad happened" the female voice uttered in despair, clearly out of breath and in a state of shock.

"Calm down Julia, I'll be there as fast as I can" you nervously replied, something was terribly wrong.

You rushed out of bed and left 10 minutes later.

- 20 minutes later -

"What is it, Julia?" you ran over to Julia after getting out of the bus and saw her completely shocked and at a loss of words.

"Look..." Julia moved out of the way and pointed to a store in Retail Row.

Your store. Your liquor store that sold liquor and alcoholic beverages of high quality to everyone on this island, including mayors and the upper class. You had spent so much time creating your business and fulfilling the needs of every customer, always making sure they were happy.

"What... no" you walked closer to your store, completely distressed by what you saw.

Your store had been vandalized and set on fire. Broken glass was laying everywhere, and there wasn't a single intact bottle inside; the floor was sailing in a brown soup of expensive alcohol. Everything was destroyed, and on top of that the place had been set on fire. This can't be happening.