At Sky Studios, Clement’s phone rang, and after a brief conversation, he turned to the crowd awaiting Leonardo. “Prof. Monet’s been held up by unexpected business and will be delayed,” he announced.

Disappointment rippled through the students who had just arrived, hoping for a glimpse of the famed mentor. “We were supposed to meet him today,” they murmured.

One student’s curiosity peaked, “And Madelyn? We never see her here, Clement. Where is she?”

Another chimed in, “Especially after her award and the prize money last week. When will she grace us with her presence?”

Curiosity buzzed through the room. “Isn’t she the professor’s one and only protégé? And who’s this Madelyn Smith that’s been in the news with the professor?”

Clement, perusing his messages, replied without looking up, “Let’s stay out of the gossip mill. You’ll meet Madelyn when the time comes. For now, just focus on your art.”

He glanced up briefly, adding firmly, “And Madelyn Smith has no affiliation with Sky Studios. Now, let’s get back to work, everyone.”

Clement watched the students return to their work before making another call. As he reached the window-lined corridor, the person on the other end answered.

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unfit to manage the studio. Now that I’ve left, why not let her return? And stop calling me. I’ll discuss my departure with Prof. Monet

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that count for something? Jane, you’re aware Madelyn is the youngest and isn’t savvy with the politics here. Deep down, you know whether your

chance to

certainly not to a rich man’s daughter who only got

ended the call. Clement frowned, pondering her persistent

his path blocked by the familiar

artist, wasn’t used to being

mentee.

on her way to get

my, oh my…,” Margaret exclaimed when she saw Leonardo. “Prof. Monet, is that you?” she gasped, hurrying over. You’re Madelyn’s

quickly said, “Madelyn thought

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