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I can almost feel the slide of the necklace’s stones under my fingertips, the weight of the piece in my hand. My pussy clenches.
It’s official. When I grab it, I’m trying that fucker on. Naked.
Shit, I’d be tempted to wine and dine myself in it and indulge in the sweet two-finger slide.
“Until we hand it over. Right, Lena?”
Meet fucking Harry; killer of dreams.
“Until then,” I say.
“Agnossio’s gala, huh?” She pokes me with a foot. “If it’s there, you’ll swipe it then?”
I shrug. “It seems easier than scaling walls and dismantling security systems. Not to mention he’s got it guarded at all times.”
“Because there’ll be no security that night?”
“There’s also going to be a shit ton of rich, famous and infamous people there.” I meet her troubled gaze. “As there always is at one of these events.”
Quinate events, galas, parties, fundraisers—they all depend on the particular member holding them—are beyond known. But the one people love is the Agnossio gala. I suspect it’s because Hendrick isn’t into the limelight, and if there’s one thing people love, it’s a peek into the unknown.
I kept away from all things Quinate. Rumors and stories always reach me, but I never took time to look up who’s who. Now, apparently, I’m like a card-carrying member of the Quinate fucking fan club. “It’ll be fine, Harry.”
“Shit, Lena,” she says softly, “it’s going to be a shitshow. Security everywhere, and how the hell could you move in that environment, let alone lift a mythical necklace you don’t even know is there, without being caught?”
“Chaos works.”
She’s not convinced. “Chaos has too many variables. It’s why it’s called chaos.”
“It’s a great cover. It works.”
“How are you getting in? You’ll need a job on the staff, or an invite.” Harry’s eyes widen, an idea coming to her. Then she shakes her head. “Jac Miller? Are you thinking of getting in via Miller? Because, I gotta fucking say, walking in the front door on the arm of Jac Miller is a ballsy move. Even for you.”
“Tempting, but no.” I think about it all. “I need a list of the invitees, those who are unattached, older, and who might be busy.”
She frowns. “Do not say easily bought off.”
“There are different ways to buy someone off.” I smile. “The most boring way is with money. And the least compelling.”
Now that the idea of the gala’s in my head, I like it more and more.
“Lena, I don’t like it.”
I toss back the remainder of the drink. “You don’t have to like it,Harriet. Just get me the information I need.”
“Hon, I’m not your research assistant.”
“Sweet thing,” I say, matching her tone, “you are if you want to add those millions to your account.”
I get up and shove my clothes, evening bag and wig into my backpack that’s sitting on the floor where I left it earlier that evening. I toss in Hendrick’s wallet.
“Going somewhere?” Harry asks.
“Home. We’ve both got work to do and I need a decent drink. Love you, Harry.”
She stands, crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Just try not to get killed.”
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