The party was in full swing on the ground floor of the Leroux Clan's hotel in Esbjerg… the only establishment for miles along the Wadden Sea. Loud music pulsed through the air as guests danced, laughed, and chatted beneath the shifting lights.
"Are you too cynical
To believe in a miracle?
Let you slip through my hands,
But could you take a chance on me?
Can you forgive it all,
To believe in a miracle?
Yeah, I put you through hell,
But I'm asking you to believe-
To believe in a miracle."
A beautiful assistant entered the hall and approached Vibeke Mortensen, who was swaying gracefully to the rhythm. Leaning close, the assistant whispered something in her ear. Vibeke's smile faded a fraction, and she nodded before following the woman out.
The moment the door closed behind them, the music dimmed into a distant thrum. The soundproofing of the hall was immaculate. Vibeke extended a hand, and another assistant immediately placed a phone in her palm.
