Julian slammed the monitor down during the boardroom handover. The footage showed a woman wearing my custom gown and family jewelry, using my exact digital clearance to sell secrets to our rival, Marcus. Because of my severe prosopagnosia, I couldn’t verify the face on the screen. My fiancé's eyes were cold as he orchestrated my expulsion. To survive, I must make an unthinkable move: secretly contact Marcus to set a trap at the upcoming banquet. Executing this gambit means permanently severing my blood ties with the Thorne family and abandoning the network of trust I spent my life building. Just as Elena enters the VIP room, my live gait-analysis system crashes. I am left entirely blind, waiting to see if she takes the decoy's bait, or if this final wager will cement my exile forever.