Cicilia-Davis was carefully flipping through the hot newspapers that had just come out this morning, from "The Times" to "The Sun", from "Empire" to "Q Magazine", not limited to subject matter and media, intently absorbing the latest news of the day, and there were also a few gallery art magazines scattered at hand, professional magazines in the industry with low circulation, but professional enough.

At eleven o'clock in the morning in London, the gray sky gradually revealed a glimmer of brilliance, as if the sun had tried its best to penetrate the clouds to reveal a slight halo, faintly outlining the outline of summer, but still not clear enough, the air still seemed to remain the cold and cold of winter - not spring, but winter.

The art gallery was silent, not even a single murmur, quiet and peaceful, the traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to have nothing to do with the interior, a glass door isolated the two worlds, involuntarily, even the breathing slowed down and lightened, lest the slightest sound of his own might break the peace.

For some, it's a pleasure, a rare retreat in the middle of a busy and noisy city, but for others, it's torture, with hands and feet tied so that they don't know where to put them.

As an art agent, Cecilia has grown accustomed to such an elegant and quiet way of doing things, and although she doesn't mind indulging in her spare time, she is able to concentrate on settling down and truly entering the world of art during her working hours.

What's more, her boss is an extremely strict lady, who is perverted in terms of etiquette, taste, and details.

Before the release of "The Queen Wears Prada", everyone said that Miranda in the movie was a demonic boss, and the prototype in real life, Anna Wintour, the editor-in-chief of "Vogue" magazine, may be an even more terrifying existence, but in Cecilia's opinion, whether it is the movie or reality, compared with her boss, they are like gentle angels.

Only after seeing the real demons can you know that real life is far more cruel than movies.

After so many years of hard work, Cecilia has been able to get out of the school, calmly and calmly dealing with all the unexpected, a cup of coffee, a newspaper, and this can make for a perfect morning.

"Babble".

The soft push of the glass door crept through the art gallery. In the morning, as a rule, few guests visited, but occasionally there were exceptions, so Cecilia looked up and smiled politely, not greeting her, but merely giving a friendly look.

Again, this is a request from the boss.

Because the boss insists that the art gallery should be a space for soul communication, too flattering, too courteous, too commercial, but lost its original temperament, they should leave enough space for guests, slowly calm down to appreciate, truly tasteful connoisseurs, can always find the soul of the work here.

For Cecilia, it's a good thing, a smile and a look, and that's enough.

But the next moment, Cecilia stood up, nodded again, but expressed enough dignity and attention, did not say a greeting, but her muscles tensed, maintaining a high degree of concentration and full concentration. Because, the boss appeared.

The lady in front of her is slender and elegant, a simple white lace dress with light green stiletto heels, and a black classic handbag in her hand.

Cecilia knew that all the outfits on her body were custom-made, and without a brand, the value would naturally not be assessable. Only after real contact can you understand that the so-called brand has no meaning for the nobles of the upper class.

"Good morning. Elizabeth Hall gently bowed her head, not domineering, not condescending, and her warm voice always made the word "perfect" involuntarily come to mind.

Cecilia didn't reply, but nodded again, and her restrained and appropriate response vividly interpreted the elegance of the aristocracy - after working for so many years, surrounded by London aristocrats, Cecilia has now gradually learned the relevant etiquette, but it is only visible and godless.

"I just came over to inform me that everything has been arranged for next week's private party, and the final process list and guest list should be mailed today. Elizabeth said simply, "Also, the list of invitations for private collections, you will need it by tomorrow at the latest." ”

"Yes, ma'am. Cecilia replied politely.

Just as Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed, Elizabeth paused again and went back backwards, "This is the ......" The slightly raised tail note is like a kapok floating in the air in March, elegant and graceful, revealing a little doubt.

Following Elizabeth's line of sight, Cecilia saw the "Times" today, and the headlines on the front page were indeed very conspicuous, and the information could be accurately captured with just a glance.

Cecilia was a little puzzled, because Elizabeth never cared about the gossip, but she still collected her thoughts, tried to maintain etiquette, and explained with a smile, "This is the most sensational headline of the day, Lan Li Hall, the Hollywood actor, is the youngest winner to win the Oscar last year......"

Cecilia's words paused slightly, for she could deeply feel the sudden drop in temperature around Elizabeth, as if it had instantly returned from summer to autumn, and the cold sensation made the hairs on her spine stand on end, but then, Elizabeth spoke again, "Oh? ”

The words were calm, and she didn't feel the slightest surge of emotion, but Cecilia always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say why.

Lan Li is the hottest young actor in the past two years, and the news broke the news, in fact, he was born in a hereditary aristocracy, with a prominent family background and excellent education, which has now caused a lot of discussions. Cecilia was not sure whether she should continue, and hesitated, but then she felt Elizabeth's gaze again, and she could only bite the bullet and speak again.

"He is a legendary actor, no one has ever known his family and background, he just relied on his talent and ability to break through in Hollywood, conquered countless audiences, and proved that he is a talented and talented actor. ”

"Not long ago, his 'Les Misérables' in the West End was also critically acclaimed, with many critics considering him the best actor since Lawrence Oliver. That's a pretty big thing!"

"It's really surprising that his family background is suddenly revealed now, but when you think about it, it makes sense, Lan Li was originally an elegant gentleman, but at the age of twenty-three, he showed incredible composure and elegance. To be honest, such an actor is really rare, and for the audience, this is a blessing. ”

"By the way, this time, the film 'Edge of Tomorrow' starring him has just been released in the UK, and the box office in its opening weekend was the second-best of the year. After watching it, many of my friends said that they liked it very much, not the kind of simple popcorn, but a real commercial movie with depth, and I plan to watch it this weekend. ”

"Honestly, he's so legendary that many media outlets now believe he's overtaken Prince Harry as Britain's most valuable golden bachelor......"

As she spoke, Cecilia realized that her true nature was exposed, and in addition to being excited, she poured out all her thoughts in one go, and the more she talked, the more excited she became, and even a little carried away, completely forgetting that it was her boss who was standing in front of her, and then Cecilia could feel Elizabeth's more and more calm and cold aura.

In an instant, Cecilia came into contact with Elizabeth's gaze, and a cold and sharp stinging came over, like a substantial sharp blade, and flew towards her eyes fiercely, it was really too fierce and too sharp, so that all of Cecilia's words were cut in her throat like this, and she couldn't make a sound at all.

After coming back to her senses, Cecilia realized that a layer of cold sweat had appeared on her back, even her shirt was soaked, and the fear that came from the depths of her soul made her whole person tremble slightly.

For a moment, all the sensations were just a momentary outburst, and then in a flash, Elizabeth regained her calm in sight, as if there were no special fluctuations, like a calm lake, deep and quiet, as if all the feelings just now were just Cecilia's own delusions.

But, is that really a delusion?

"So, you like Lan Li?" Elizabeth's voice still did not fluctuate at all, elegant and calm, gentle and graceful, like the most beautiful velvet in the world, and her fingertips couldn't help but linger.

Cecilia's survival instinct/ability suddenly burst out, and she reflexively wanted to deny it, but after the words reached her mouth, she immediately realized that her reaction just now had leaked the details, and she couldn't talk nonsense with her eyes open, so she could only nod her head stubbornly, "Yes, occasionally pay attention to attention, I think he is a very ...... Uh, special actors. ”

Silence, silence, Elizabeth did not respond in any way.