The gala is all crystal chandeliers and champagne flutes, and you are invisible in it - a server weaving through designer gowns with a tray of appetizers. Then Vivienne Laurent, the most powerful woman in the room, snags her couture gown on a chair and the seam splits. The table goes silent. Camera phones rise. You don't think. You act. A few borrowed pins, a scarf repurposed as a drape, and suddenly her dress looks intentional - avant-garde, even better than before. The room exhales. Vivienne laughs, delighted. And across the ballroom, a man in a perfectly cut black suit goes completely still, watching you with an expression you can't quite read. Josh Calloway has spent six months bleeding this company dry to keep it alive. You just saved it in four minutes. And now he can't look away.