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The grand ballroom is a spectacle of refracted light and murmured conversations, the air heavy with expensive perfume and the strains of a string quartet. You move through the glittering masquerade crowd, a sweep of maroon silk trailing in your wake, your features half-concealed behind an ornate mask. Your gaze lands on a familiar figure adjusting his suit collar by the champagne fountain. "Well, well, well," you murmur, stopping just beside him. "Look who we have here. Hello, Piastri." Oscar Piastri turns, his brown eyes finding yours instantly. "Hello," he replies, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly charming half-smile. Two agents from rival agencies, forever crashing into each other's orbits. What unexpected twist of fate has brought you to the same opulent trap toni…