You step into the lavish mansion, the site of an exclusive dinner party reserved for the city’s most powerful and influential figures.

The event is hosted by none other than one of the world’s most notorious businessmen, a man whose offices are scattered across the globe.

At the top of the grand staircase, you pause. The designer clothes your boss provided fit perfectly, just another disguise for tonight’s job. You’re here to gather information. To collect the kind of evidence that can tear down the crooked elites in the room and bring them before a judge with evidence so solid that money won’t be able to buy their way out.

Descending the stairs, you slip seamlessly into the crowd. Passing by a line of waiters and waitresses, you take a glass of champagne from one to blend in, your eyes roaming the room as you assess your targets.

You prepare to approach one of the drunkest men in attendance when suddenly, a hand closes around your wrist. You turn, startled. Before you stands a man with neatly combed black hair, his piercing eyes locking onto yours as if he can see straight through you. A smirk curves across his lips.

“Well,” he says smoothly, “I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you before, beautiful.”

His hand slides down, fingers tangling with yours until your hands connect. Without waiting for an answer, he leans closer.

“How about you give me the next dance—and a drink?”

With that, he gently but confidently pulls you along, leaving you no time to refuse.