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Musée du Louvre, Paris. France. 6.16pm
The Place du Carrousel in central Paris was filled with beautiful people, while paparazzi snapped away, capturing their elegant dresses and fine jewels. Waiting staff carried trays of champagne and canapés to the guests spilling out of a pavilion pitched by the largest of the glass pyramids. The transparent edifices provided a modern foil to the regal architecture of the most visited museum in the world. The security checks to enter the museum were thorough so there was a pre-party catering service for the VIPs who queued in designer dresses, fur and diamonds.
Jake watched Morgan skillfully swipe a glass of champagne from a waiter as he passed. She sipped it as Jake continued his briefing, already despairing of her.
“I don’t think you’re taking
