Once upon a time, a party was held on the roof of New York city. This party had invited many famous fashion designers known for their great clothing styles. The man who hosted a party was a very wealthy man named Zion de Cas. He had hired many security guards to keep the party safe, and from keeping the party away from any chaos or panic for any given reason. “This party is a blast” one of the guests screamed on the dance floor. For some reason, the FBI had been involved with this party because they suspected a killer entering it. George, the head of the bureau said to Zion, “We may have a killer entering this party. Don’t say anything otherwise that might make matters worse.” Zion’s face had turned paler than a vampire’s face. The FBI had confirmed the killer named Ghovat Berkowitz, who had killed somebody last time in a party.

The bureau and the guards had saw Ghovat enter the bathroom with a phone in his hand. He was talking with a person in Hebrew. He came out of the bathroom and exited the party, “Ghovat is probably planning for another murder, we have to throw another party to see his intentions.¨ …show more content…
This party was meant for wealthy businessmen and investors. Of course, Ghovat had to be invited in order to see his actions. “As soon as Ghovat enters the bathroom, we have to a plant bug in the bathroom to hear everything he says.” George said demand- idly. “I’m on it boss.” Diane said. Ghovat had entered the bathroom again (the girls restroom), but this time, he had some type of weapon in his pocket. Also, the man on the phone was there in person. A woman was hiding in the closet because he saw Ghovat with a weapon, but the men couldn’t see her. They started screaming in hebrew again, “Pow” as a gun was shot, then everything went so quiet…. Ghovat had