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The ballroom's golden glow and sweeping orchestral music faded to background noise as I slipped away from Adrien and those two girls who were clinging to him like barnacles in their fancy gowns.
My heart raced—not just from what I was about to face, but from the nerve of what I was doing. I kept my eyes on Logan as he navigated the crowd, his silver hair sticking out above all those tuxedos and updos, a champagne flute in hand.
He looked the part of a polished businessman, but the way he had snapped at Ethan earlier, the tension in his shoulders, and those quick glances around before heading to the terrace… something felt off.
I moved along the edge of the dance floor, hiding behind clusters of laughing investors and couples swaying together. The jewels on my suit caught the light with each step, making me feel like a living disco ball...subtlety wasn't really happening tonight.
