Lucien POV
The applause still echoed through the exhibition hall as I stood motionless at the back of the room.
The founder of Monroe Atelier had already disappeared behind a wall of reporters.
All I had seen was her silhouette.
All I had heard was her voice.
Yet something about her refused to leave my mind.
"Mr. Devereux?"
Ethan's voice pulled me back.
"The organizers are inviting you to the networking reception."
I looked toward the media room where the mysterious founder had gone.
"Later."
"Sir?"
"I want Monroe Atelier's file."
"You already have it."
"I want everything."
Ethan nodded.
"I'll have our research department gather more information."
"No."
I looked at him seriously.
"I want you to do it personally."
That surprised him.
"I understand."
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The VIP lounge
