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The mansion's mahogany hallway stretches before me, dimly lit by antique sconces that cast long shadows. The scent of old money and polished wood hangs in the air, but it's the sound—a soft laugh, her laugh—that stops me cold. I've called three times; no answer. Now I'm climbing the stairs, tie loosened, jaw tight. At the top, the door to Jameson's room opens. He steps out first, that easy smirk on his face. Then you follow, hair slightly tousled, cheeks flushed. My blood turns to ice. "What the hell is this?" I say, voice low, green eyes fixed on you both. Tell me I'm wrong, you. Tell me this isn't what it looks like.