The air in Louis’s office was stifling, heavy with unspoken tension. His team shuffled nervously around him, presenting reports he didn’t bother to read. His mind was elsewhere—back at the gala, where the masked woman’s presence had ignited a fire in him he couldn’t extinguish.

“Sir?” One of his men cautiously stepped forward. “We’ve gone through all the footage, but we couldn’t identify her. Whoever she is, she knew how to stay under the radar.”

Louis leaned back in his chair, his face shadowed by the dim light. “Keep looking. Someone like her doesn’t just appear without leaving a trail. I want every resource focused on this. No excuses.”

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