The rain hammered against the windows of Celeste Harris's downtown office, mirroring the storm brewing inside. Files were strewn across her desk, each one a piece of a puzzle that didn't quite fit. The phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. "Ms. Harris, you have a visitor," her assistant's voice crackled. The door opened, and in walked a man cloaked in mystery and charisma. "I need your help," he said, locking eyes with her. In that moment, Celeste knew her life would never be the same.
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