The lounge was quiet when Camille stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

She looked around in confusion as she followed the man who had approached her. He seemed familiar, but she couldn’t recall where she knew him from.

“Am I in some trouble or something?” she asked again for the umpteenth time as they arrived at the lounge.

The man, however, smiled lightly as he turned to her, shaking his head. “No, you aren’t.”

“Then what—”

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