After years of failures, successes, trials, tribulations, deaths, rewards and survival tactics anyone can cast doubt about ever fulfilling their life's purpose. Loosing a soul mate, brother and trying to build an empire can create a battle within. Then one day you wake up as a fiancé and have to decide what path in life you're going to take. Will you let the past go and live in the present for the future or will you take the elevator back down to ground level and decide nothing is worth living without your lost love. Is it possible to head to the penthouse when you feel like you belong in the basement?