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Damien 207.

The boardroom was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just hours earlier. The polished oak table gleamed under the soft glow of the overhead lights, casting a warm, inviting ambiance over the room. I sat at the head of the table, flanked by my legal team, as we awaited the arrival of the detectives.

The door swung open, and Detective Alvarez and Detective Ramirez entered the room, their expressions grave as they took their seats opposite me. I could feel the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on me, their eyes sharp and probing as they prepared to interrogate me about the events of that afternoon.

"Mr. Moretti, thank you for agreeing to meet with us," Detective Alvarez began, his voice tinged with authority. "I'm Detective Alvarez, and this is Detective Ramirez. We're here to ask you a few questions about the shooting that occurred earlier today."

I nodded, my jaw clenched tight as I braced myself for the barrage of inquiries that I knew would follow. The de