himself and smiled at her broadly. “Would you like to step inside my office? I have some time now as a matter of fact.”
Clémence inwardly panicked. This was turning awkward. She was just supposed to get his name and get out. But the man was in front of her now. And yes, Celine was right. He was certainly handsome with his tanned skin, ocean green eyes, strong shoulders and dirty blond hair. Americans weren’t known for their suits, which were boxy, but he was in an expensive European-cut black suit, which accentuated all the right places. His smile wasn’t too bad either.
She nodded and went in. Merde. What was she supposed to do now?
“Do you already have an account with us?” John asked.
“Er, yes.”
“What’s your last name if I may ask?”
John was posed before his computer, ready to key in her fake name. It was time to change directions.
“Actually,” Clémence said. “I’m afraid I’m here under false pretences. I’m not actually interested in starting an account or investments at all.”
John frowned. “Oh?”
“You see, well, I saw you across the street and I found you incredibly handsome.”
Clémence turned red as she said this. Nevertheless she kept a grin on her face, one she hoped was seductive. She was no good at acting, but John seemed to be buying it. A cocky smile began to spread on his face.
“Wow. I didn’t know French women could be so forward. I’m incredibly flattered.”
“I don’t usually do this,” said Clémence. “But there was just something about you.”
John beamed. His face softened and he looked at her with more interest.
“Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?”
He was American and Americans didn’t waste time.
“Yes,” Clémence said.
John took her number and said he’d find a good restaurant and would call her as soon as he did.
When Clémence came out, the receptionist gave her the same conspiring smile.
“ Tout va bien ?” she asked.
Clémence nodded and smiled back weakly. She thanked her and went out the door. Her head felt light.
What had she done?
Did she just agree to go on a date with a potential murderer?
CHAPTER 12
When Arthur asked her what had happened, she simply said that she’d found out his name and position. She didn’t tell him about the hot date. For one, he would probably think that she was crazy.
Not that she cared about Arthur’s approval—she simply didn’t want him lecturing her again about putting herself in another potentially dangerous situation. She knew the risks involved. But it was just a date. John didn’t know her true identity and meeting him this way could work in her favor. Under the pretence of a date, she would find out more about him.
Plus, now that she knew his name, she could find out more about him. The sooner the better. Raoul was still being detained. After parting ways with Arthur, she walked back home and called her mother to find out more about what was happening with Raoul and their lawyers.
“I don’t believe they have too much on him,” her mother said. “Sure there were eye witnesses, but if you said there are no videos of Raoul giving Monsieur Dupont the éclairs that supposedly killed him, that should work in Raoul’s favor. The problem is, they can’t disprove it either. Suppose they claim that Raoul gave him the éclairs outside of work.”
Clémence sighed. “I’d like to talk to Raoul. How can I?”
“One of my lawyers is supposed to see him this afternoon. Why don’t you go with him?”
“Okay, great,” said Clémence. “Please put us in touch.”
“I’ll give him a call right away dear, then I’ll call you back. Imagine, another murder, and in connection with one of our employees too. This is madness.”
“Everything will be fine,” said Clémence. She didn’t want her mother to worry. “Just have a good time in Asia. Did you have a good time at
Clémence inwardly panicked. This was turning awkward. She was just supposed to get his name and get out. But the man was in front of her now. And yes, Celine was right. He was certainly handsome with his tanned skin, ocean green eyes, strong shoulders and dirty blond hair. Americans weren’t known for their suits, which were boxy, but he was in an expensive European-cut black suit, which accentuated all the right places. His smile wasn’t too bad either.
She nodded and went in. Merde. What was she supposed to do now?
“Do you already have an account with us?” John asked.
“Er, yes.”
“What’s your last name if I may ask?”
John was posed before his computer, ready to key in her fake name. It was time to change directions.
“Actually,” Clémence said. “I’m afraid I’m here under false pretences. I’m not actually interested in starting an account or investments at all.”
John frowned. “Oh?”
“You see, well, I saw you across the street and I found you incredibly handsome.”
Clémence turned red as she said this. Nevertheless she kept a grin on her face, one she hoped was seductive. She was no good at acting, but John seemed to be buying it. A cocky smile began to spread on his face.
“Wow. I didn’t know French women could be so forward. I’m incredibly flattered.”
“I don’t usually do this,” said Clémence. “But there was just something about you.”
John beamed. His face softened and he looked at her with more interest.
“Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?”
He was American and Americans didn’t waste time.
“Yes,” Clémence said.
John took her number and said he’d find a good restaurant and would call her as soon as he did.
When Clémence came out, the receptionist gave her the same conspiring smile.
“ Tout va bien ?” she asked.
Clémence nodded and smiled back weakly. She thanked her and went out the door. Her head felt light.
What had she done?
Did she just agree to go on a date with a potential murderer?
CHAPTER 12
When Arthur asked her what had happened, she simply said that she’d found out his name and position. She didn’t tell him about the hot date. For one, he would probably think that she was crazy.
Not that she cared about Arthur’s approval—she simply didn’t want him lecturing her again about putting herself in another potentially dangerous situation. She knew the risks involved. But it was just a date. John didn’t know her true identity and meeting him this way could work in her favor. Under the pretence of a date, she would find out more about him.
Plus, now that she knew his name, she could find out more about him. The sooner the better. Raoul was still being detained. After parting ways with Arthur, she walked back home and called her mother to find out more about what was happening with Raoul and their lawyers.
“I don’t believe they have too much on him,” her mother said. “Sure there were eye witnesses, but if you said there are no videos of Raoul giving Monsieur Dupont the éclairs that supposedly killed him, that should work in Raoul’s favor. The problem is, they can’t disprove it either. Suppose they claim that Raoul gave him the éclairs outside of work.”
Clémence sighed. “I’d like to talk to Raoul. How can I?”
“One of my lawyers is supposed to see him this afternoon. Why don’t you go with him?”
“Okay, great,” said Clémence. “Please put us in touch.”
“I’ll give him a call right away dear, then I’ll call you back. Imagine, another murder, and in connection with one of our employees too. This is madness.”
“Everything will be fine,” said Clémence. She didn’t want her mother to worry. “Just have a good time in Asia. Did you have a good time at
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