After returning to his room, Renzo meticulously arranged the items he would need for the following day — travel documents, a sleek leather notebook, and a watch he always wore when facing important meetings. His movements were deliberate, almost ritualistic, as though order could quiet the storm in his mind.An hour later, freshly bathed, he stepped out onto the balcony, a glass of red wine in hand. The cool night air brushed against his damp hair, carrying with it the faint scent of sea salt and the whisper of distant waves. The resort grounds below shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight — quiet, immaculate, deceptive in their calm.Renzo stared into his wine, the deep crimson reflecting the glint of city lights far below. He swirled the glass absently, watching the ripples distort his reflection. After a long, heavy silence, he sighed — a quiet, tired sound that dissolved into the still night.---Across the corridor, Serena lay in bed, eyes open, her thoughts restless. Sleep evade
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