The week I got fired, I landed a government job in Paris. Go, Lucie!

The bad news? My boss, Max Delaroche, looks like a remastered Greek god, as dazzling as the alarm in my head. Whoop, whoop, whoop! Run while you can! But the man intrigues me. Wildly charismatic, he has no office savvy. He skips important staff meetings because they bore him to death. He won’t even say where he’s from!

Instead, he keeps staring at me like he’s on a treasure hunt and I have the map. Who is this guy, and what exactly does he do here? Could he be an undercover cop investigating government agencies?

Haha. I’m très hilarious. If a cop can afford bespoke suits, then I’m a princess. You shall call me Your Royal Highness, Lucie la Magnifique!