A second black envelope arrived.
This time, it contained a location and a time.
Vienna, Austria.A private gathering in the Hall of Mirrors.Attendance: Mandatory.
The Hall of Mirrors was a legendary place known only in whispers.
It was not open to the public.
It did not exist on any official records.
And yet, it was where the world's true rulers gathered once a year to decide the fate of nations.
It was there that Anastasia and Vincent would meet their true enemies for the first time.
They arrived separately, maintaining the illusion that they were merely competitors.
Anastasia entered first.
Dressed in a midnight-blue gown, her golden hair cascading down her back, she looked like a queen walking into her throne room.
The moment she stepped inside, conversations halted.
The most powerful men and women in the world turned their eyes toward her.
Some watched in amusement.
Some watched in caution.
But all of them knew one thing—
She was no ordinary player.
Vincent arrived moments later.
He was dressed in a sharp, black suit, his green eyes unreadable as he walked into the room as if he owned it.
If Anastasia was a queen, then Vincent was a king.
And yet, the two did not acknowledge each other.
They did not exchange glances.
They did not even stand near each other.
To the world, they were rivals—perhaps even enemies.
But behind the curtain of deception, they were already moving their pieces into place.