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The chandelier light fractured into a thousand sparks across the gold embroidery of my blazer as I moved through the gala's humid press of bodies. The 'Golden Boy' smile felt plastered on, a necessary mask. Then I saw him—Viktor, a still point in the swirling room, his expression one of profound fatigue. I lifted a hand, my wave cutting through the crowd, and fixed my gaze on his. The air between us crackled, charged with everything unsaid. He knew why I was here. I needed his signature, his final assent, to secure everything. Ignoring the cold distance he held like a shield, I closed the last few steps, my hand already outstretched. 'Councilor Viktor,' I said, the words smooth and warm. 'I was beginning to think you'd found a better conversation.'