04-20-2014, 06:09 PM
Jacques opened the door after a quick gander through the peep hole. He wore a sleeveless white undershirt, and expensive dress pants with freshly shined leather shoes. His room was neat and organized, his things packed and ready to be carried out. He hadn't shaved, favouring a rugged five o'clock shadow for the day, but he smelled clean and would be quite presentable once he had finished dressing.
"Bonne matine, Mademoiselle Reed. You clean up nicely. Messieurs Trano is quite lucky to have so well rounded an assistant."
He jerked his head for her to enter, after accepting the package she brought of course. He flashed a ghost of a grin at her; he was either referencing her figure or her skills, or more likely both.
The package was set on a table for the moment, and he crossed over to an expensive French Press, where fresh coffee could be smelled. He did not drink the stuff often, other then Camerone Day, the 30th of April. But a cup on an especially early morning was not unheard of. He poured two cups, and handed her the second without asking if she wanted it or not; she struck him as the type that favoured the stuff.
It was an especially expensive blend, as was expected of a successful CEO, although his pallet for the stuff was not so refined as to be able to properly appreciate it. "Caporal Ime and some of my men will be back in Casablanca before nightfall, so long as your friends at Port Jeddah do not waylay them. They have all the proper papers, of course, but this night's events may have soured the opinions of those whom may receive those papers normally."
"Bonne matine, Mademoiselle Reed. You clean up nicely. Messieurs Trano is quite lucky to have so well rounded an assistant."
He jerked his head for her to enter, after accepting the package she brought of course. He flashed a ghost of a grin at her; he was either referencing her figure or her skills, or more likely both.
The package was set on a table for the moment, and he crossed over to an expensive French Press, where fresh coffee could be smelled. He did not drink the stuff often, other then Camerone Day, the 30th of April. But a cup on an especially early morning was not unheard of. He poured two cups, and handed her the second without asking if she wanted it or not; she struck him as the type that favoured the stuff.
It was an especially expensive blend, as was expected of a successful CEO, although his pallet for the stuff was not so refined as to be able to properly appreciate it. "Caporal Ime and some of my men will be back in Casablanca before nightfall, so long as your friends at Port Jeddah do not waylay them. They have all the proper papers, of course, but this night's events may have soured the opinions of those whom may receive those papers normally."