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Marcus had been keeping himself busy in the midst of the gala, greasing palms to get hints about where the Golightlys were keeping their supposed stash of wealth, and stepping in to remind certain individuals that he was in the room and watching them, closely. It was always difficult, juggling the role of underboss and a businessman at the same time, especially when the Italian mafia needed his near-undivided attention. It was precisely for that reason that he had decided to bring in reinforcements of his own; someone with the skills and wit to match toe-to-toe with the slick-haired investors lurking around the party.
There was only one person possibly qualified for a role like that: Sana Ehsan.
It had been a gamble, leaving a spare invitation on her desk at the beginning of the week, and dropping hints about her attendance. As far as he knew, Sana rarely had interest in these sort of high-brow events outside of the work environment, and Marcus was almost certain he had never heard of her attending one quite like this. Then again, he didn’t ask much about his personal assistant to begin with. Too many questions would draw too much attention, something that neither of them wanted.
But as soon as Marcus caught sight of her, he knew immediately that he had made the right choice. Sana was already a perfectionist by nature, and given how she looked tonight, well, she would be drawing plenty of attention to Blackman Shipping Co. for all the right reasons.
He sauntered across the dance floor, hands in his pockets and a broad grin stretching from ear to ear as he neared her. “Sana! So you made it after all. I was starting to worry that you were planning on standing me up.” Marcus joked, chuckling to himself. “Have you had a chance to try the desserts yet? I hear they have truffles covered in real gold. Nothing less for the Golightly girl, apparently.“
