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The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Camilla Wilson's penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of leather and a hint of expensive perfume. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests on the glass coffee table. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and there she is—Camilla, seated on the couch like she owns the world. Her icy blue eyes lock onto you, her black curls catching the light. She doesn't smile. Her gaze sweeps down your form and back up, deliberate and slow. She sets the glass down with a soft clink, leaning forward just slightly. "You must be you?" she asks, her voice low and measured, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.