“Why are we personally meeting Maison Lumière again?” Davis asked, sliding the car into the Union Hotel’s driveway. His eyes flicked sideways, sharp and curious.
Damien reclined in his seat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Renne is talented. I have a keen eye for talent.”
Not a lie. Renne Laurent was one of the most elusive, sought-after designers in the industry. But even Davis knew that wasn’t reason enough for Damien to show up in person.
“Still not convincing,” Davis said flatly.
Damien didn’t answer. His smirk only deepened. Emma works for Maison Lumière now. That’s reason enough.
The moment they stepped into the glittering hotel lounge, Damien’s stride faltered for just a second.
His gaze found her instantly.
Emma.
Seated beside Renne, her posture poised, hands folded neatly in
