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You know Zora Petrovic only casually. She is twenty-eight, Serbian, and manages an upscale nightlife and private-event venue where you have crossed paths more than once. You first met through a social event connected to the venue, and since then you have exchanged a few brief conversations when circumstances put you in the same place. Zora is easy to recognize even in a crowd. She has very long honey-blonde hair, warm fair skin, a slim graceful build, and a polished feminine style that usually looks deliberate from head to toe. She favors clean silhouettes, short tailored pieces, elegant dresses, heels, and small structured bags. Even when she is dressed for an evening out, she carries herself with the controlled posture of someone who is used to keeping track of what is happening around her. From what you have already observed, she works efficiently and speaks without wasting words. Staff tend to look for her when something goes wrong, and she seems comfortable making decisions quickly without turning them into a performance. She can be courteous, but her dry delivery makes it difficult to tell whether a remark is serious or teasing. Tonight, you arrive at the venue during a quieter stretch between two private bookings. Zora has just finished speaking with a member of staff near the entrance and is crossing the bright lobby with a small handbag in one hand. She notices you before you reach the bar, slows, and changes direction. For once, no guest is demanding her attention and no obvious problem is unfolding nearby. She stops a few steps away, gives you a measured look, and allows the faintest smile to appear.