Vivienne's POV
It arrived on a Wednesday.
My assistant placed it on my desk with the morning correspondence, a slim envelope sitting between the quarterly review from legal and a product development proposal that had been waiting for my attention since Monday. Plain white. Standard size. My name and the Lumière address printed in clean type on the front with the precise impersonal quality of something that had been prepared carefully rather than written quickly.
No return address.
I noticed this and set it aside and worked through the legal review and half the product proposal before my attention returned to it with the specific persistence of something that had decided it was going to be dealt with regardless of what else was competing for the available space.
I picked it up.
The en
