"Do you think he's found someone yet?"
"I highly doubt it. If he had, the thunderclouds permanently hovering over that man's head would've cleared up by now. Heck, we would not be sitting on pins and needles here, waiting for our marching orders."
"Why can't they just assign one of the agents to pretend to be an heiress? I mean, anyone can play rich if you dress them right and give them unlimited money. That would also help them get away from having to involve a civilian in these matters."
"Are you insane? This isn't a costume party. They don't just need someone rich. They need a spoiled, pampered brat. Someone born into it—someone who reeks of old money and inherited attitude. You can fake a name and background on paper, sure. But the ultra-wealthy? They're like a closed-off club. Small circle. Generational. You can't just walk in and fool them. They'd smell a fraud from a mile away."
