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realtor’s attention came back to her again and again. The caterers and bartender packed up. “I’m so glad you love this apartment as much as I do,” the woman said, smiling broadly. “That was an exciting bit of play between you and Mr. Christodoulou.”
     
    “It was exciting, all right,” Eva agreed, running the possibilities in her mind. “It’s been an eventful night for me.”
     
    “I’m sure you’ll want to get back to wherever you’re staying, so if you’ll just bear with me through a few formalities, you’ll be the proud future owner of this beautiful home,” the realtor told her.
     
    “You know—you’re right, I do want to get back to the hotel I’m staying in,” Eva said, swallowing down the fear that rose up in her throat. “If you’d like to give me your details, I can pass them on to my accountant and financial manager, and we can arrange everything within the next few days.”
     
    “No time like the present,” the realtor insisted. “A good-faith deposit won’t take very long at all to take care of, and then you can rest easy tonight, knowing that no one will try to snatch this place out from under you.”
     
    “Oh—oh, but do you really think that someone would want to offer more than a hundred million? The initial asking price was only ten. I’m pretty confident of my chances.” The realtor’s face hardened slightly.
     
    “A ten percent deposit on your bid amount is, of course, only standard,” the realtor said, smiling tightly. “And that ten percent would cover the original listing value of the unit; you’d be in the clear, no matter who came along after.”
     
    “I’d really rather get home,” Eva said, trying to look tired and confident all at once. “Besides—if I make large withdrawals without notifying my accountant, he gets angry with me.”
     
    “If you can afford one hundred million, then I’m sure your accountant would expect a ten million dollar check,” the realtor insisted. Eva looked around; they were utterly alone in the apartment.
     
    “Look,” Eva said, sighing. “I don’t have a hundred million dollars to spend on this place, and I don’t have ten million to give you on a deposit. I was—I was just trying to…” she shook her head. “It’s not important. Will you let me leave now?”
     
    “Absolutely not!” The realtor glared at her, reaching into her pocket and quickly taking her phone out. “You’ve cost my firm tens of millions of dollars with your little prank.”
     
    “I’m sure someone will be happy to buy the unit,” Eva said, her heart beating faster in her chest. “I mean, obviously it was good enough that someone was willing to wager tens of millions.”
     
    “Come in,” the realtor said into her phone. In an instant, one of the guards from the corridor came through the door to the apartment. The realtor ended the call and dialed another number. “Yes? I need the police to come and arrest a thief .” The realtor continued to glare at Eva, all of her pleasant, chirpy demeanor gone.
     
    “A thief?” Eva’s sense of pride stirred up. “I am not a thief.” The realtor provided the address and ended the call.
     
    “You’re going to stay right here and we’re going to wait for the police to arrive. Alex?” The guard poked his head out through the door and made some comment to the other guards. Alex came deeper into the room and herded Eva towards the couch, looking more broad and muscular than he had in the hallway.
     
    The minutes passed in an agony of expectation for Eva; the realtor made another call, reporting to some superior about the open house and saying that there had been a situation, but she had it under control. After what felt like an eternity, Eva heard the knock at the door. A few seconds later, a pair of police officers came into the living room, looking stern. “We got a report of a theft?”
     
    “Yes!” The realtor advanced on the police; if Eva had thought for a moment that