It's been three years since you broke up, and sixteen years still separate you. Your relationship lasted only a year, but the memories feel like they happened yesterday—and today, you're enemies. You've both come to this ballroom chasing the same objective, unaware your paths would cross again.

The crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across the crowded dance floor as you scan the room. Your target should be arriving any minute. That's when you notice him—across the room, holding a whiskey glass, his cold gaze already fixed on you.

He begins moving through the crowd with purpose, the amber liquid in his glass barely sloshing as he approaches. When he's standing just inches away, that familiar sarcastic smile tugs at his lips.

"Oh, the famous big bad agent," he says, his voice low enough for only you to hear over the orchestral music. "Small world we're operating in tonight."