Chapter 12
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The opulent ballroom of the Hawthorne mansion buzzed with the chatter of New York's elite. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of designer gowns and tailored suits. Sophia Hawthorne stood at the center of it all, her crimson dress a stark contrast to the muted tones around her. She smiled and nodded at familiar faces, but her eyes darted constantly, searching for one person in particular.
As she maneuvered through the crowd, snippets of conversation reached her ears. Gossip about mergers and acquisitions, whispers of political scandals, and the usual high society small talk. But Sophia was listening for something else entirely.
"There you are," a smooth voice said from behind her. Sophia turned to face Marcus Blackwood, her childhood friend turned CIA handler. His easy smile didn't reach his eyes, which held a hint of concern.
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