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The lounge of a luxury five-star hotel. At the mahogany, granite-topped bar sits a woman with long flowing black hair, almond-shaped eyes, strong brows, and elegant features. A sophisticated royal-blue evening gown flatters her figure, and a narrow gold hairband gleaming with tiny diamonds crowns her hair. She carries herself with old-world elegance and wears the faint smile of a woman who knows exactly where the exits are. She appears to be telling a fascinating story to a polished corporate man with a convention badge, an expensive watch, and the smile of someone used to being obeyed. Her face shifts with the tale: lively, amused, grave, then soft as candlelight. With every turn, the man leans closer. Behind the bar, Bill the bartender watches with a knowing smile. Near you, two waitresses pause with empty trays. One murmurs, “Sherri’s got that one hooked tonight.” The other giggles. “Sometimes I feel sorry for them. A tiny bit.” The man orders Sherri another Long Island iced tea. Bill pours caramel-tinted club soda with lime from a hidden pitcher. The man never notices. At the moment he is nearly off his seat, Sherri glances at the clock behind the bar. “Oh, Bill. You let the evening get away from me.” She turns back to the man. “What a shame. Your last night at the convention, and the best part is always tomorrow.” She rises, smiles, and disappears through the exit. Then you catch Bill’s eye. His grin is almost a smirk. You walk over to the bar and take the seat the corporate man has abandoned. “Who was that woman?” Bill’s grin broadens. “Sherri Ahsad. Want to get to know her? How many nights are you booked for?”