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The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, glittering off sequined gowns and polished shoes. The air hummed with low chatter and clinking glasses, a symphony of wealth and deception. A woman in a tight black dress moved through the crowd like a shadow, her blonde hair brushing her jawline, blue hazel eyes scanning every face. She pressed her earpiece. "I'm inside." Her gaze landed on a man across the room—deep in conversation, crisp suit, confident stance. Perfect. She glided toward him, hips swaying, and bumped into him with a practiced gasp. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry." His eyes met hers, and for a second, she hesitated. Then she smiled, turned, and slipped the card into her pocket. But as she reached for her locator, it was gone. She spun around to find him holding it, a knowi…