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Ros sat at the bar toying with her martini, quite wanting to drink it but knowing she should pace herself as she needed her wits about her. Under the guise of attending a soirée – at which royalty was present, she noticed – she was due to meet a ‘contact’ regarding some certain classified information. So she was semi-on duty, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy herself too. She’d made sure to dress up for the occasion, with a slim and figure-hugging black evening dress and a single high heel. It was annoying that she was stuck, once again, with her leg in a heavy plaster cast, but at least it