Cami sat in the dim coffee shop on the edge of downtown, staring at the stack of papers in front of her. The numbers didn’t lie. Red ink everywhere. Her father’s company once something solid, something proud had bled out over the last two years. Bad deals, worse loans, and now the bank wanted everything. The house. The cars. Even the little apartment she’d moved into when things started falling apart. She rubbed her eyes. Twenty-six years old and already drowning. She’d tried everything. Selling what she could, picking up extra shifts at the bar, begging old friends for favors that never came through. Nothing worked. The bell above the door jingled. A man stepped inside. Tall. Dark suit that looked too expensive for this neighborhood. Hair black and neat, cut sharp like he never let anything stay out of place. His eyes found her right away, green and steady, like he’d known exactly where she’d be. He didn’t ask if the seat across from her was free. He just took it. “Cami Monroe,
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