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For more than eight minutes, Carla Monroe, going undercover as Zara Yves, had been standing alone at the glass pyramids of champagne, looking and observing everyone at the party. In all honesty, she was using the scanner inbuilt in her head to scan the biometrics of the CRAIN mole who was their informant concerning matters of the not-so-secret organization.
[Scan Insufficient.]
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"Damn it." She cursed to herself, although it was loud enough to capture the attention of the person next to her.
"What is it that causes a fine woman like you to curse?" The person who spoke to her was a man graced with height, standing at six feet and eight inches. His body was wide and broad, his arms big and confident, and his face was covered with silver-white hair all tied in a ponytail and accompanied by his beard.
