The grand hall of the historic mansion buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the elegantly dressed guests. Ava scanned the crowd, her eyes sharp and alert, while her earpiece crackled with updates from her team.
"Ava, we have eyes on the perimeter. No suspicious activity yet," came the voice of her second-in-command, Jackson.
"Roger that," Ava replied, her gaze shifting to the politician at the center of the room. Senator Harris, a tall man with graying hair and a commanding presence, was engaged in a heated discussion with his advisor, an enigmatic figure known only as Marcus.
"We need to ensure Senator Harris stays close," Ava murmured to herself, weaving through the guests to reach him. As she approached, she caught snippets of their conversation.
"This is not up for debate, Marcus. We must proceed with caution," Harris insisted, his voice tight with frustration.
