I have two lives. By day, I am Miss Vega. I manage the calendar of Dominic Voss, one of the most powerful men in the city, with the kind of quiet precision that keeps his empire running and his eyes pointed away from me. That is exactly how I like it. I have spent eighteen months being perfectly, deliberately unseen. By night, I am The Marquise. Under crimson lights, in silver heels, I am someone no one can ignore. I dance every Friday at Club Velour, not for the money, not for the attention but because it is the only place in my life where I am completely, entirely free. No one knows my real name. No one knows where I go when the music stops. That's the whole point. The two worlds have never touched. I have been very careful about that. Until a man starts sitting in the corner chair every single Friday night. He watches me the way no one in my office ever has, like I am the only thing in the room worth looking at. He doesn't know my name. He doesn't know I'll be sitting eight feet away from him on Monday morning with his coffee and his schedule and my most professional expression firmly in place. He is Dominic Voss, my billionaire boss. He has no idea.