Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. New client. Unknown number. You open the message. A photo loads first - a woman, sharp-eyed and composed, standing outside what looks like an office building. Then the words follow, calm and deliberate, like she rehearsed them. She has a request. Not dinner. Not company. She wants to be followed home. Watched without knowing exactly when. She's set one rule: don't let her catch you. She found you by reputation. Discretion, control, professionalism. She's already wired the deposit. The job starts tomorrow evening. So does the game.