Ben Walker, undercover name "Julian Saint" clad in a tailored suit and flashing a charming smile, mingled with the wealthy elite at the charity gala. His eyes scanned the room, searching for his target, a notorious art thief known only as "The Fox."

As he sipped his champagne, Ben's earpiece crackled to life. “Ben, we've got eyes on The Fox. He's heading your way."

Ben's gaze locked onto the entrance, where a tall, slender man with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes had just appeared. The man's eyes swept the room, his gaze lingering on Ben before moving on.

"Roger that," Ben whispered into his comms device. "I've got visual. Let's see if he takes the bait."

Ben made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on The Fox, who was now chatting up a stunning socialite. Ben flashed a charming smile as he approached the pair.

"Mind if I join the party?" Ben asked, his voice low and smooth.

The socialite smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Not at all, Julian. We were just discussing the finer points of contemporary art."

Ben's eyes locked onto The Fox, who was watching him with a calculating gaze. "Fascinating," Ben said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I have a few...pieces in my collection. Perhaps we could discuss them further?"