Chapter 39 The Hidden Hand

• The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Leo’s penthouse apartment, bathing the room in gold. Leo sat at his sprawling mahogany desk, still in his sleepwear, eyes glued to his laptop screen before him. Coffee in hand, he refreshed the Lume Skincare homepage for the third time in ten minutes.
• Zara had mentioned them to him casually during their gallery visit something about wanting to be their brand ambassador, how they hadn’t responded to her emails, and how influencers with far less talent and beauty kept getting deals. Leo had listened. And now, Leo was acting.
• He wasn't just going to hope the world noticed Zara again.