*Noah's POV*
"Noah, mon ami!" The familiar French accent fills the restaurant through my phone's speaker. "I see you called. My apologies, I was in a board meeting."
The color drains from Bianca's face.
Marcus drops his fork.
"No problem, Mr. B," I say casually. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
"For you? Never too busy. What can I do for you?"
I glance around the table. Everyone is frozen, staring at my phone like it might explode.
"I have a small question about one of your products."
"Of course! Which line? Leather goods? Ready-to-wear? Jewelry?"
"A bag, actually."
"Ah, perfect timing. I just came from reviewing our new collection. What would you like to know?"
Bianca mouths wordlessly at Scarlett, who's watching me with growing amazement.
"Well, I have this Louis Vuitton bag here, and I was wondering if you could help identify it."
"Naturally. Can you describe it?"
"Brown leather with a gold monogram pattern. Classic design."
