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resist picturing herself cooking in the kitchen, lounging in the living room, eating breakfast on the patio. She sighed, estimating the cost of the apartment as she let her fingertips play along a silky-soft chair back. Probably several million—at least five million, probably more like ten. Eva went back to the refreshment table for a glass of water and then walked towards the master bedroom.
     
    There she found the tall, lean man from before. He was on his phone, speaking in his accented voice to someone about the prospect of the apartment. Eva tried to ignore him, but as she looked over the burnished walnut dresser and tables and the four-poster king size bed, his words impinged on her thoughts. “Yes—I am sure this is the one. I’ll make an offer tonight. She’s going for ten million, but I think she’ll take eight.” She saw him tense, and started to turn away to avoid his notice; the next moment the man faced her. Eva saw his quick, appraising look as his gaze traveled from her face to her feet. “Excuse me,” he said to whoever he was speaking to on the phone. The man stepped towards her, extending a hand with an empty champagne flute. “Could I get a refill please?” Eva’s eyes widened and she stared at him in shock.
     
    “Excuse me?” Eva felt the anger rising up inside of her. How dare he assume I’m one of the help? I’m not even wearing the uniform! Asshole.
     
    “A refill?” The man waggled the flute slightly, his voice rippling with his accent—on further exposure, Eva thought it must be Greek. “The Saint-Domaine,” he specified. Eva’s anger intensified; not only had he assumed she was a waiter, but even when she’d gently corrected him, he’d continued in his assumption. She felt the urge to scream at him flit through her brain and pushed it down; causing a scene would only risk revealing her.
     
    “I’m not a server, asshole,” Eva told him instead, keeping her voice carefully under control. She turned to leave the room, ready to mingle with some of the other guests at the event and maybe get a few phone numbers.
     
    From behind her, she heard the man return to his conversation on his phone. “Oh—that was nothing,” he said, his voice amused. “Just some faker, sneaking around the open house.”
     
    The fact that the man was right about her didn’t put a dent in the anger that rose up afresh in Eva’s body. Asshole! I’ll show him…somehow. She glanced around the living room, any thought of starting up a con on one of the other guests abandoned in the need for revenge. Her trailing gaze landed on the realtor, answering questions from one of the other prospects. She thought about the conversation she’d heard the man in the bedroom having; he was going to make an offer on the apartment.
     
    Eva sidled up to the realtor as unobtrusively as possible, sipping her water and looking around at the living room admiringly. The prospect wandered away and Eva took his place, smiling broadly. “This whole apartment is so charming,” she said, looking around. “I think it’s perfect for what I need.”
     
    “I’m so pleased to hear that!” the realtor stepped closer to her. “To tell the truth, there’s been a lot of interest—this is shaping up into a competitive listing. I just received an offer, in fact.”
     
    “Oh, I absolutely believe it,” Eva said, nodding with a conspiratorial raise of her eyebrows. “Between you and me, I think I would be comfortable going as high as…say…nine million?”
     
    “The listing value is ten,” the realtor said gently. Eva sighed, looking around again.
     
    “Hmm,” Eva said, pretending to consider. “I thought I heard you mention the appliances in the kitchen were recently replaced?”
     
    “Oh, yes,” the realtor said, nodding. “Restaurant-grade, brand new.” Eva pressed her lips together, nodding again.
     
    She saw the man emerge from the bedroom. “I think I could go for nine-five,” Eva told the