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am I interested in the penthouse? What’s my income? Where am I from? The elevator pinged and the doors opened; Eva stepped onto the car quickly, and tapped the “door close” button three times in quick succession.
     
    She didn’t particularly want to share the elevator if she didn’t have to. Fortunately, no one had been waiting with her, and she was alone. Eva hit the button for the top floor complex, where she reasoned the penthouse would be. Eva quickly made up a loose story for herself, a “character” that she could present. As the elevator rose through the floors, Eva set her face into firm, confident lines, and pushed back her shoulders. For a moment, she considered carefully rearranging her blouse to improve on the cleavage between her breasts, but decided against it; while any security on the floor might be moved to distraction, the realtor—according to the people she’d eavesdropped on—was a woman, and would be suspicious if Eva was too sexy.
     
    The elevator pinged, and the doors slid open. Eva emerged onto a well-lit, sumptuous hallway with wood-paneled walls and thick carpeting on the floor. Showtime, she thought, spotting the discreet guards at the end of the hall. Eva took a quick, deep breath, and plunged forward.
     
    “Excuse me, ma’am,” the first guard said, moving to intercept her at the end of the hallway, just before she came to the atrium on that level. “There’s an event going on; I’m sure you can understand.”
     
    “Of course I understand,” Eva said sharply. “I’m here for the event.” The guard looked her over slowly. “Are you some kind of oaf who thinks that a woman can’t manage her own real estate affairs?” Eva raised an eyebrow, staring at the guard, holding his gaze on her face.
     
    “Of course not,” the security guard said, glancing away from her in a moment’s indecision.
     
    “I know you probably don’t know every wealthy person in the world on sight, but if you’re supposed to be keeping this open house secure, you should at least know the people who are supposed to be attending,” Eva told the man tartly. “Don’t you know who I am?”
     
    “No, I’m afraid not,” the guard said. He made a quick gesture with his hand, and one of the other guards stepped up. “She says she’s here for the event.”
     
    “If I had known it would be this much trouble to look at a potential new apartment for myself, I never would have made the drive,” Eva said, shaking her head in exaggerated frustration. “If you’re going to give me crap like this I might as well call back later and inform my friend why I won’t be purchasing her new property.” Eva turned as if to leave and the guard held up a hand.
     
    “No—no, it’s fine.” The new arrival looked at his colleague sharply. “Of course you can go in, ma’am.” As Eva followed the man’s gesture towards the door at the end of the hall, leading into the apartment, she heard him hiss to the first guard not to be an idiot.
     
    Eva suppressed a smile and continued onto the door, giving the other guard monitoring the hallway a sharp, confident look. She knocked twice and then turned the knob on the door, pulling it open and stepping through it quickly before any of the guards could think too much about her performance.
     
    The apartment was immense; bigger than any home that Eva had lived in. She walked from the door into the entryway, glancing around herself. The foyer had marble floors and deep green walls, and a small table with a guest book. Deeper in the apartment, Eva spotted some of the attendees, dressed in tailored suits and expensive designer clothing. That’s promising, Eva thought, filing away the thought for later development. She could hear the realtor talking about the details of the apartment, boasting about antique brass fixtures, custom-made upholstery, and all the luxuries the property boasted. Eva stepped up to the guest book and looked over the names as she reached