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The mansion's long, mahogany-paneled corridor stretches before me, illuminated only by the muted glow of aged bronze sconces. The air carries the familiar scent of polished wood and inherited wealth, but it's the sound—your soft, distinct laugh—that freezes me in place. I've called three times. Silence each time. Now I'm ascending the staircase, my tie undone, my shoulders tight with a dread I refuse to name. At the landing, the door to Jameson's room swings open. He steps out first, wearing that effortless, taunting smirk. Then you appear, your hair slightly disheveled, a flush warming your cheeks. My blood turns to frost in my veins. *What the hell is this?* I ask, my voice a low, controlled tremor, my green eyes locked on you both. Tell me I'm wrong, you. Tell me this isn't what it…