One Last Call

Erica POV When I was 6 I lost my mother to the mafia and since then my dad and older brother had been doing their best to keep me safe, protected, and near them without the world knowing my existence. So baciassily I had no friends and the only people I know are the servant and uncle's family. I made up my mind on leaving my family when I turned 16, it was after two years later on my 18th birthday my brother took me to Paris and left me alone in the hotel to rest. I took the opportunity to gather all the money and necessary stuff I could, then I took the fake passport that my brother made for me to come here and ran away to the United States. The first month was hard. I missed my family so much and regretted my decision to run away. Nonetheless I went through my decision and enrolled in a university, University of Pennsylvania. I went there for 4 years and graduated with an excellent grade. During that time I worked at a cafe near my apartment. The money I took was more than enough for me to buy a house and much more but I want to stay low so I live with a 2 bedroom apartment and my now best friend Mai. The remaining money was put into investment so I really didn't have to work. So the only work I did until the internship was the cafe work. I went to Crimson White for an internship, working there really improved my social life. I made many friends and knew what they had to go through.