The room hums with the murmur of shallow conversations and clinking glasses. Ada's heels click softly against the marble floor as she glides through the crowd, her fake smile as polished as the pearls around her neck.

Mar-a-Lago rarely looks so lively... She thinks, her eyes sharp, scanning each guest. Investors from Black Rock, oil giants from Repsol and Shell, people she would be able to touch. Her targets is in the same party, however.

He likes to move close to the big fish, clever boy...

Finally, she spots him in the poker tables. A classic. She waits for a good opening, for the break in between gambling rounds. She mentally recites her false identity to herself again, like a mantra. Then..

"Beautiful night, are you winning?" She greets, with a charming smile. "I'm Ada." She places two cold drinks in front of them, claiming his side in the table.