Chapter Fifteen
I stormed into the office of Lucien Bellerose, not bothering to exercise any caution or tact. Once more, Céline sat at the receptionist desk looking thoroughly bored. I couldn’t say I blamed her — after hundreds of years as a secretary, there probably wasn’t much of anything that excited her anymore.
“Good evening,” she said as I approached.
“Is Marcel in tonight?” I asked, cutting through the pleasantries. I didn’t have the time or patience.
“Let me check,” Céline said and picked up the phone on her desk. She had a seconds-long conversation with whoever answered and gave me a half-hearted smile as she held the phone away from her ear. “I’m afraid he’s busy right now. Is it an emergency?”
“Yes, definitely. It won’t be long, I promise,” I said. Céline relayed the inform
