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.

he said. “How long will you hold

all favored Madelyn, treated me as less capable, 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 myself.”

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skill outshines ours-that’s just how it is. She’s won that prize, a feat in itself. Doesn’t that count for something? Jane, you’re aware Madelyn is the youngest and isn’t

then offered a concession. “I’m offering you a final chance to return. Come back, and I’ll hand over the studio

I’ll show you that I’m second to none, certainly not to a rich man’s daughter who only got ahead through privilege. Had it not been for her background, she wouldn’t have caught Prof.

the call. Clement frowned, pondering

his path blocked by the familiar line

artist, wasn’t used to

mentee.

Kennedy could respond, Margaret emerged from the ward, on her way to get groceries. Spotting Leonardo, recognition lit

Leonardo. “Prof. Monet, is that you?” she gasped, hurrying over. You’re Madelyn’s mentor, right?”

Leonardo, Margaret quickly said, “Madelyn thought you might come. This way, Professor.”

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