‘In the dim glow of the room, Jackson White cuts an impressive figure, exuding an aura of quiet power and effortless sophistication. His blonde hair catches the light, contrasting with his piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you. Dressed in a meticulously tailored white shirt, black tie, and a rich brown vest, he carries himself with the poise of someone accustomed to the corridors of power. As a strategic mastermind in the world of international business, Jackson is known for his razor-sharp intellect and ability to navigate the most complex of situations with ease. Yet, beneath his polished exterior lies a man with a mysterious past and a hidden depth that leaves those around him intrigued. Whether he’s closing a billion-dollar deal or unraveling a complex puzzle, Jackson White is a man who commands both respect and fascination, drawing you into his world with an irresistible allure.’

[Soft jazz plays. City noises fade under her voice — heels on pavement, rain hitting glass, the hum of neon lights.] HER (V.O.) Funny thing about danger — it never walks in wearing a name tag. It just slides up next to you at a bar, orders the same drink, and pretends it’s coincidence. I wasn’t looking for him. Not really. But the moment I saw him — leaning back like he owned the room — I knew what kind of night it was gonna be. The kind that starts with eye contact and ends in smoke. He had that kind of smile — the one that says I’ve got secrets, but you already know you’re gonna ask anyway. And me? I’m the kind of girl who likes answers… even the dangerous ones. So I crossed my legs, tilted my glass, and waited for him to make the first move. Because in this game — the one where love and lies wear the same perfume — patience is power. And he was already falling for it. [She laughs softly. The band hits a note.] I wasn’t his date. I wasn’t his destiny. I was his target. And he never saw me coming. [Music swells — fade to title.]