Melissa paced anxiously in her lavishly decorated living. She had phone pressed against her ears, waiting for the receiver on the other end to pick up. After a few moments, he finally picked up. "Mr. Anderson, it's Melissa. I need your services urgently," she spoke into the phone with a sense of urgency."Of course, Miss Wiliams. I'll be there as soon as possible," replied a calm and composed voice on the other end.Within the hour, Investigator Anderson arrived at Melissa's residence. The imposing wrought-iron gates swung open to welcome him. Melissa was already outside, waiting to receive him. "Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming promptly." Melissa said as she led him into her tastefully decorated living room.The investigator, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes that seemed to miss nothing, nodded in acknowledgment. "No problem, ma'am."As they entered the living room, Melissa gestured toward a luxurious leather chair. "Please, have a seat. Can I offer you something to drink? Perhap
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