[Ethan's POV]
"A market crash?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Claire. "What are you going to do, short-sell the champagne?"
"Just get ready to move," Claire said, her eyes locked on the towering, five-tier crystal fountain in the center of the room. "When the guards break formation, you have about ten seconds to slip through those service doors."
She didn't wait for my response. She let go of my arm, smoothed the front of her emerald gown, and glided into the crowd. She moved with the effortless grace of a woman who belonged in this room, weaving between the billionaires and cartel bosses until she reached the edge of the fountain.
I positioned myself near a massive marble pillar, about twenty feet from the service doors, and watched her.
