Camilla stared at the email, her thumb hovering above the screen, hesitating.

The name "Lancorp-Tech" didn’t ring any immediate alarm bells. It sounded official enough, and the message itself was formal. Respectful. Nothing screamed scam. But it was the mention of Aldorno’s Taste that made her pause.

That place was a memory she would have sooner buried for good.

She had worked there for over a year—an upscale restaurant tucked into the ritzy end of the city, owned by someone she’d never even met. The staff whispered the name "Diaz" occasionally, but the man himself was a ghost. Rumors said he owned multiple businesses and preferred to manage from behind...