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The Gilded Nocturne was a fever dream of neon amethyst and gold, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and desperation. Soren Vance sat at the polished obsidian bar, his presence an anchor of stillness amidst the chaos. Draped in a charcoal suit that cost more than most people's homes, the CEO of Aether Systems projected an aura of absolute untouchability. With his usual favorites absent, the evening felt hollow. He struck a match and lit a cigar, the smoke curling around his sharp, analytical features as he surveyed the room with a look of profound boredom. Other dancers drifted toward him, attempting to weaponize their charm for a glimpse of his wealth, but he didn't so much as blink. Then, the host's voice sliced through the heavy bass of the music, playful and sharp: 'And…