The phone buzzed sharply against the cool marble countertop, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen. The number was unfamiliar, but it came through our private line—the one Laura and I reserved only for clients who understood the meaning of discretion. I took a steadying breath and swiped to answer, keeping my voice smooth and professional.

“This is Brandi.”

“Hi, Brandi,” the man on the other end replied. His tone was calm, almost polished, like he had done this many times before. “I’m Bob. A friend gave me your number and spoke very highly of you. My wife and I are looking for something… special tonight....