LORD VANCE'S POV

The top-floor suite of the Grand Hotel in Geneva looked out over the calm, dark water of Lake Geneva, which shone with the bright lights of the city skyline.

Inside the grand room, soft piano music played from hidden speakers and mixed with the quiet clink of crystal glasses. A fire crackled in the marble fireplace, and the air smelled of old leather and expensive cologne. It was the kind of room most people would never see in their whole lives, and I had lived in rooms like it since I was a boy.

I stood near the tall glass windows in a fine velvet jacket made...