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WARNING! SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD. I stepped into the house and found Anne waiting at the door, her eerie presence sending shivers down my spine. "Creepy," I muttered under my breath. "Mr. Williams wants to see you in the basement," she announced, her voice devoid of emotion. "Oh, he's home," I remarked, bracing myself for what was to come. I knew he'd be mad I left the house without telling him. "Let me freshen up, I'll be there in a minute." "He wants to see you right away," she insisted, her tone firm. With a resigned sigh, I said. "Lead the way. I don't know where the basement is." Anne turned and led me down to the basement, the stairs felt like a death march. As we reached the dimly lit room below ground, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Why would Carlton want to meet
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