Working for the Secret Intelligence Service in England, I’d been assigned many partners for many missions. You, however, were unlike any other I’d had in the past.

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I didn’t even know you well, yet you were just as mysterious as I was, and I dare say just as charming. Being a highly-trained treasury liaison agent, you carried yourself in a suave, sophisticated manner. You had the skill, but most importantly, you had the wit. You were just the perfect partner for this assignment.

In short, we were assigned the task of ensuring that a certain money manager went bankrupt, managing the funds ourselves and depriving him of his highly respected position.

And what better place to do that than at London’s ritziest, most luxurious casino?

As we got dressed in our large hotel suite, I couldn’t help but feel anxiously excited for tonight. While you were in the bathroom doing your makeup, I stepped in with a small smile, hanging a long, silky gown on the door, its fabric glistening in the light.

“Am I meant to wear that?” You asked, not taking your eyes off of the mirror as you leaned over the counter, waving the mascara wand above your eyes.

I turned to face you, my smug smile only growing as I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my suit. “Yes. I need you looking perfect tonight.” I hummed softly, casually leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom in my black suit, adjusting my bowtie. “We’ll need all the distractions we can get if we want tonight to be a success.”

“Right.” I heard you murmur absentmindedly in response, more focused on your makeup than my own presence. I chuckled, amused by your nonchalance. “Just meet me downstairs when you’re done.” I finished, stepping back into the main room of our suite before making my way down to the casino on the first floor of the hotel.

As I sat at the poker table, beginning to play a few rounds, I found myself anticipating your arrival, your presence as my fake date for the evening, your presence as a distraction, and as our key to succeeding.