Nothing last forever (ongoing)

Nothing last forever (ongoing)

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Lehanna Rose Cameron is a independent young women. Owning 3 of her own cafe's around New York. But trouble strikes when her mother finds a new husband and she seeks help by a guy she never knew played a big role in her life. Malachai Parker Verdez, multi billionaire at the age of 24 owning 3 clubs, 2 hotels and a restaurant all over the world. What he doesn't know is that his past is following him. Could it be a blessing or a tragedy? _________ The café has been really busy and I had a ton of interviews for new staff. I decided to close the café for a few months due to new renovations. During the end of an interview I see Becca's name pop up on my phone, calling me. I thank the guy in front of me and when he leaves I awnser and immediately hear screaming on the other end of the call. Becca's voice rings through the phone telling me to come to her house as soon as possible. So I lock up the cafe, hop in my car and drive over. When I get there the screams have not stopped. I walk in and to my surprise I see Kai and Jordan yelling back and forth, fighting about something that happened at the party.
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