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Damien

As I stepped into the office building, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me with each passing moment. The call from Camilla had been cryptic, devoid of any details about why she needed to see me urgently. It left me with a lingering sense of dread, the fear of the unknown weighing heavily on my mind.

Camilla Valdez was not someone to be trifled with. Her presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the Renaissance. She wielded power and influence with ruthless efficiency, her motives veiled in secrecy and deception.

As I made my way to her office, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a trap, that Camilla's summons was merely a pretext for something far more sinister. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last, as I tried to anticipate what awaited me behind closed doors.

Was it about Robert James? Had he resurfaced to wreak h