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Cassa’s POV

I stared out of the window of the Mayor’s office, my gaze fixed on the lively scene in the plaza below. I couldn’t help but imagine myself down there, capturing the moment with my camera. But my daydreaming was cut short when Mayor Montalvo dropped a couple of file boxes on my table, just a few steps away.

“Sort these files by date and put them back on my desk when you’re done,” he instructed before retreating to his seat.

I reached for the files in the organizer, my mind still half lost in my thoughts. There were three files, and I felt a weariness settle over me. It seemed that whenever Julius didn’t have appointments in town, he kept me busy with an endless stream of work.

Resting my feet on the cold floor, I felt a slight relief from the pain that had been nagging at me. I started sorting the files, arranging them from the latest date to the oldest. Every so often, I glanced at Julius, who was engrossed in his laptop, typing away. It was a rare day without phon