*ORLANDO*
As I sat propped in my leather chair, the soft glow of the surveillance monitor illuminated my office like a dimly lit theater, the flickering shadows casting an air of secrecy over the polished mahogany desk. My fingers tapped idly against the surface as I observed the scene unfolding on the screen. Adeline stood there, a striking figure of desperation and boldness, her lengthy blond hair cascading down her back in waves, while she hurriedly fumbled with her wallet at the front desk of my hotel. The clerk looked mildly confused, probably trying to reconcile her disheveled appearance with the luxurious environment surrounding her.
A small, satisfied chuckle escaped my lips. Another woman had made her way into my orbit with such minimal effort on my part. It was like fishing in
