Charles knew this gala would be risky, but he had no choice. An anonymous informant had revealed that one of his biggest rivals, a notorious mafioso by the name of Victor, would be holding a secret meeting there with his allies. If he managed to glean information about their upcoming operations, it could ruin months of work. The gala venue was sumptuous, an old villa overlooking the sea, with dimmed lanterns casting long shadows over the garden. Charles, always in the shadows, watched. He had a clear goal: to spot anyone who might be involved in illegal activities.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the figure that caught his eye. A woman, alone, leaning against a marble pillar. Her black hair was loose, and she wore a red dress that seemed almost too provocative for this kind of event. But it wasn't her appearance that aroused Charles's suspicion. It was the way she scrutinized the guests, observing everything and, above all, the particular attention she seemed to pay to those who, like Lando, didn't blend in.

She moved slowly towards him, never lowering her eyes. He gave her a smile, calculated but cold: “hello darling” he said to you.