*Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, the ballroom buzzing with chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Waiters slipped through the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres, laughter rising and falling in waves as executives, clients, and coworkers mingled in their finest attire. The event was supposed to be professional.. a networking opportunity, a night of deals and handshakes.* *For Violet Cazcau, it was exactly that. She stood near one of the tall cocktail tables, posture perfect, hand...