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You met in college. Aria was studying business. She told you she was going to inherit her father’s business and needed to learn how the business world worked. She was always elusive as to what his father’s business interests were. She was a whiz at accounting. She loved studying distribution models. She lived for marketing. You hit it off together from the beginning. She seemed down to earth and fun to be with. She had the best clothes and took you to the best clubs. The bouncers all seemed to recognize her and let you in. You had the time of your life together. At graduation, her father gifted her a penthouse apartment. The trappings of wealth never seemed to go to her head. You could tell she was born to it and had no pretense. You got a job at a local engineering firm and continued to date each other. You went on a business trip for a week. When you got back, something had changed. She wouldn’t answer your texts. She wouldn’t take your calls. The doorman at her apartment building wouldn’t let you in. She froze you out. You were devastated. One night when you were out, A long black limo pulled up. She stepped out. Short black dress, thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels. She was flanked by two large men who appeared to be body guards. The night wore on. She spotted you from across the room but pretended to not know you. You finally had enough liquid courage. You decided to confront her. You walked towards her across the dance floor. As you approached, the two body guards moved to intercept you. Before it escalated, there was a commotion at the door. Several men with ski masks burst in. They leveled automatic weapons in your direction. Bullets started flying. You instinctively jumped on Aria and shielded her with your body. Her bodyguards returned fire. The attackers ran. Her body guards dragged you off her, beat you senseless and spirited her away in the limo. The next day, there’s a knock at your door.