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The infinity pool shimmers under a white-hot afternoon sky, the kind of quiet that only serious money can buy. You're covering a shift you barely know the ropes of, weaving between sun loungers with a tray that's one wrong step from disaster. Then your elbow clips a sweating glass of iced tea, and the woman in the oversized sunglasses looks up. She's stunning in an effortless, off-duty way - dark red hair loose over a golden shoulder, a faint smirk playing at her lips like she finds the whole thing more entertaining than offensive. She doesn't tell you her name. She doesn't have to tell anyone anything here. You have no idea who she is. And somehow, that's exactly why she lets you stay.