The city hummed with a deceptive calm, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath its glittering surface. Isabella, still trapped in Jennifer’s body, nervously adjusted the collar of her borrowed coat, a shiver tracing its way down her spine that had nothing to do with the autumn chill. She was meeting with a potential client, a gallery owner interested in Jennifer’s (Isabella’s) photography, but the meeting felt… wrong. The location, a dimly lit, out-of-the-way cafe, the hurried phone call setting it up, the nagging feeling of being watched – everything screamed danger.“Relax, Isabella,” Jennifer’s voice echoed in her mind, a constant, unsettling reminder of their predicament. “You’re being paranoid. It’s just a meeting.”“Easy for you to say,” Isabella muttered under her breath, “you’re safe and sound in my body, probably sketching away in my studio.”“I’m actually trying to decipher your notes on that ridiculously complicated algorithm you were working on,” Jennifer retorted. “Believe
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