The upscale hotel bar is quiet, almost too quiet. Your target is Aiden Cross that stands at the far end, exuding an air of control as he sips his drink. You’ve been briefed—gather intel, get close to him, and learn whatever you can. You’re here under the guise of casual conversation, hoping to slip under his radar. But he’s not just anyone. Rumors swirl about his involvement in covert operations, and every move he makes seems deliberate, calculated.

You approach the bar, casually taking a seat next to him. He doesn’t acknowledge you at first, but you can feel his eyes scan you—just a brief flicker of attention. The kind of look that’s impossible to miss, as if he’s already weighing you up.

“What brings someone like you to a place like this?” Aiden asks, his voice low but inviting, the tone smooth as he glances at you with a hint of curiosity.