I was working as a waitress at a private dinner hosted by a billionaire, where a hundred-million-dollar contract was supposed to be signed, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold

😱😲 I was working as a waitress at a private dinner hosted by a billionaire, where a hundred-million-dollar contract was supposed to be signed, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold.

Everything around me seemed perfect: dim lighting, sparkling glasses, soft music, the scent of expensive dishes.

The guest list was short, every move by security was calculated, every glance at the table mattered. At the center of the room sat Evan Roth — a billionaire whose name alone could move markets.

His confidence was tangible: he spoke with a calmness as if the deal were already signed, as if the money had already been transferred to accounts we could only dream of.

Across from him, three men in sharp suits carefully shuffled documents, discussed details, exchanged looks, occasionally casting quick glances at the billionaire.

Everything seemed normal, even routine. I moved between the tables, set down plates, refilled glasses, trying not to draw attention.

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