(AN: I will be busy today, so I decided to update this prologue earlier. The first chapter will be on Wednesday, I think. Enjoy!)
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It was a bad day for the multi-billionaire, Seven Bane.
"It's just a fucking simple task! Why can't you do it properly?!"
The billionaire yelled in anger. His men shivered in fear.
"We are sorry, sir. He has no social media accounts and the people at the café don't want to tell his name," one of his underlings said.
Seven chuckled darkly while his best friends, Tristan and Marko shook their heads.
"It's either you two are useless or he's something else," Seven stated.
"I think it's the latter, bro," Tristan said.
Seven looked at him before smirking. He dismissed his men before sitting back on his swivel chair. Leaning on the table with his chin on top of his joined hands.
"What's that smirk about?" Marko asked though he already knows that his friend's craziness is on the move.
"You know me. I always get what I want. By all means necessary,"
"Well, good luck," Tristan said.
"Don't need it,"
"He meant it for that poor soul," Marko said chuckling.
Seven grinned evilly.
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Thanks and sorry if it's short. I don't want to spoil too much.
