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As Amy's gaze fell upon the camera resting on the desk, a profound sense of relief flooded through her, like a gentle wave washing over her weary soul. With each step she took towards it, her heart pounded relentlessly against her ribcage.
As she reached the desk, she extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she grasped the camera.
With a swift motion, she powered it on, her heart racing as she prayed that the footage of her humiliation was still intact.
To her dismay, she found that the camera was already password-protected, preventing her from accessing the files within.
Panic began to rise within her as she realized that she would need Ethan's cooperation to delete the footage.
Cursing under her breath, Amy frantically searched the room for any sign of the password.
She rifled through drawers, checked under the desk, and even glanced at the computer screen, hoping to find a clue.
