The morning light streamed through the thin curtains of my apartment, illuminating the chaotic mess of papers strewn across the coffee table. I leaned against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, as I watched Lora pace the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She looked like a storm, all energy and frustration, and I could feel the tension radiating off her.
“I can’t believe this!” Lora exclaimed, her voice rising. “I thought I knew him. Dante was supposed to be different. What kind of man does this?”
I nodded, forcing my expression to be sympathetic as I sipped my coffee. Lora had shown up unannounced, her usually composed demeanor shattered, and she was in full-on crisis mode. “You need to tell me everything you found, Lora. What did you see in his office?”
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