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Chapter 28: Day 1

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Lehr- Pronounced like Bear, but with an L

Laive

"I'm sorry, but please be careful with that."

It was late in the afternoon, and Laive was directing the furniture movers across her condo. It wasn't a mansion obviously, but it was something that she could call her own. L had her tour advancement to thank for that. At first, she felt a little uneasy about the amount. However, Tremaine and Mack assured her that she was worth every dime of the seven figure deal. They believed that she would make double that amount on her sales alone.

The touring tickets were selling out at every show, and she was more than exceeding projections. All of Laive's songs from her mixtape Space were in the Billboard Hot 100, with 3 of them being in the top 10. Tremaine assured Laive that she deserved the success she was getting and to not be afraid of how much money she was attaining.

Laive felt so blessed and was truly grateful for everything that was happening for her. Not long ago, the life L lived was nowhere near where it was now. God had honestly set her up to do great things and be surrounded by even greater people. L was so glad she had people like York, Javeah, Saniye and especially Tremaine to push her when she felt like giving up. They saw something in her that she had almost let her family take away: her talent, her drive, and her ambition. Laive woke up every morning thanking God for making provisions for what she felt she was destined to do. She was living proof that you could live your wildest dreams.

Later on in the evening, after the heavy work was done and her condo had been finished being furnished, Laive stood in the middle of her living room and exhaled. She hadn't felt the calmness of her independence and being in her own space for almost 3 years. L was taking it all in. She finally felt at peace.

She had requested a unit with a lot of up lighting, hardwood floors, and an open floor plan. With condos costing nine hundred thousand dollars and up, she at least had to get every option she was looking for. It was located in Marina Del Rey, California in a secluded and upscale neighborhood. It was perfect for Laive due to location. It was a 45 minute drive outside of LA, 50 minutes from Tremaine, 15 minutes from LAX, and six minutes away from Venice Beach.

Her décor screamed of a modern chic enthusiast. Each room was filled with variations of plush whites and ivories, rose golds, light tans, browns, and a few greys for an inviting color scheme. Her appliances were stainless steel, in contrast to her white and gold accented kitchen with marble counter tops. Her living room had white plush couches with metallic accent pillows, and a much needed fireplace for those chilly mornings that living in proximity to the beach would call for. She truly loved her two story unit.

Laive was honestly hoping that keeping distance from Tremaine would help them both cool off on each other. At this point, she didn't even want to tell him where she lived. They needed some space, and she was more than willing to create it if he wouldn't give it to her. Tremaine would smother her if he knew she was leaving, and Laive didn't like that. So she had to make sure to move out while he was not at home, and while no one could report back to him.

Taking some things from the trunk of the car, Laive was struggling trying to carry them inside to the elevator.

"You need some help miss?"

Without even turning around, Laive told the unfamiliar voice no thank you. As soon as she closed the trunk with her foot, the bin and other interior decorating items came tumbling out of her hands and she landed flat on her rump.

"No!" Laive screamed. Her marble vase had shattered on the ground.

"Here, let me help you."

Laive huffed and tried to recollect her footing, but it was no use. She had really hurt her tail bone.