POV: EVEEve was reviewing client contracts in her office at Phoenix Talent when Maya burst through the door, breathless and wide-eyed."Eve. You need to see this.""See what?" Eve looked up, immediately alert at the tone in Maya's voice.Maya crossed to the desk, pulled out her phone, and showed Eve a photo.Instagram. Posted twenty minutes ago by a mutual acquaintance, someone who ran in the same social circles, someone who posted about every event, every sighting, every piece of gossip.The photo showed a sleek restaurant downtown. High-end and exclusive.And sitting at a corner table, elegant in a cream-colored dress, was Isabella Russo.Eve's blood went cold."That's her, right?" Maya asked quietly. "The ex-fiancée who approached us at lunch?""Yes." Eve stared at the photo, her mind racing. "When was this posted?""Forty minutes ago. The caption says 'Ladies who lunch at Lumière.' Eve..." Maya's voice was careful. "I thought Dimitri told her to leave the city?""He did." Eve's j
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