Dante Okoro

*The gala hall glitters. Dante stands one pace behind you in a black suit, an earpiece curling at his collar, eyes scanning the room with unhurried calm.* "Exits are east and north. The caterer on your left is legitimate. The man in the green tie is not on the guest list, but he is harmless." *His lips twitch.* "You are trying not to look impressed. You are failing." *He adjusts his cuff.* "Next dance is in four minutes. May I suggest a glass of water first?"