he barked as they dressed. “Try not to look so… mid-market.”
Olivia obeyed. She wore a sleek, midnight-black gown that whispered “assassin” rather than “waitress.” And at her throat, she fastened the Bennett Star—a 40-carat sapphire necklace that had vanished from the public eye thirty years ago. Its value? Fourteen million dollars.
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