And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

it. Claudia

in his

before him, a memory intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he aimed to coerce Marcus into

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

on Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own

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leave,” Millie declared,

to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter inhalations punctuating

relentless smoking, as if each puff

grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound distress be

sense of empathy, the assistant found it difficult to witness their highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that Fiona was not, in fact, Aisha. His sorrow need not be carried to such an

Fiona to be an incorrect lead in your pursuit. She

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