Lucien Brandt
		As art director, Lucien Brandt has carte blanche to be a prima donna — and hey, he's decided to go for it. Black and brilliant, a week doesn't go by that Lucien doesn't throw a hissy-fit in the art department over a client's reaction to one of his "concepts." No one knows much about Lucien's background — he's compulsively private — except that he once worked as a Bloomingdale's window-designer and is forever whining about how much he misses "the immediacy of retail." Lucien lives alone in a converted warehouse loft in the West Village with a black cat named Gladys Knight and a Soloflex muscle machine. But what are those dozens of e-mail messages he's been getting lately that no one's allowed to look at? And why must he compulsively run out of the office every day at 6 p.m. as though his life depended on it?