The plan was dangerous.
Even Alexander admitted that.
But it was the first move Director wouldn't expect.
Because it required one thing—
Trust.
Emily stood in front of the mirror again.
Another event.
Another appearance.
But this time—
She wasn't bait.
She was the move.
Behind her, Alexander adjusted his cuff.
Watching her reflection.
"You're sure?"
Emily met his eyes in the mirror.
"No."
A small pause.
"Are you?"
Alexander stepped closer.
"No."
Silence.
Then—
"That's why it works."
Emily smiled slightly.
"Exactly."
And somewhere—
Far from the ballroom lights—
Director was watching.
Still confident.
Still certain.
Still believing—
He was in control.
And that was his first mistake.