I’m dressed in a sharp business suit. I’m being interviewed by a TV HOST about my successful guardianship business. The atmosphere is upbeat and celebratory. The interview wraps up, and I step off the stage. I exit the studio, walking through the bustling lobby, and head towards the parking lot. As I approach, a man steps out from behind a nearby vehicle. It’s Feldman, a disheveled and angry man in his late 40s.

"Marla Grayson?" He yells

I stop and turn to face him , rolling my eyes and speaking coldly. "Can I help you?"

"You ruined my mother’s life. You ruined my life." He answered before pulling out a gun and shot me in the chest. I collapse to the ground, gasping for breath. Feldman stands there, shaking, the gun still in his hand. Security guards rush in and tackle him to the ground, when I saw a beautiful young woman running to help me , you.