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Tweak says, "You son of a B!"

Jacques Belmont (jacques_belmont) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-05-09 07:34:00

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emilie_ashford, jacques_belmont, leon_belmont, lucrete_vernet

Subject: Lunch and an Introduction
Where: Jacques's office in the Embassy
Who: Jacques Belmon
Warnings: None
Open to: Lucrète Vernet and Léon Belmont

Jacques did not particularly enjoy his work , but since it was in the name of France, he worked at it with all the energy he possessed. He leaned back in his chair, shaking out his cramped hand, to examine the final draft of a letter to the British foreign secretary. The English was finally correct, the handwriting neat, the tone professional and even- good.

He pu the letter to the side to dry, then washed his hands and checked his pocket watch. Almost noon; Lucrète would come soon.

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ex_the_ambas216
2008-05-09 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Léon hummed softly to himself, dusting off the power from his own paperwork, setting the finished documentation off to one side, and then glancing at the pile of work he had not yet begun. He picked up several sheets, and began to flick through them, setting the more interesting tasks to one side, to be completed later. That way, with the more boring work in front of him, he had more to look forwards to.

Ah. Accounting. That was something he would prefer to get done quickly. He set about it, carefully totalling the rows and columns, before coming across a figure that seemed more out of place than many of the others. It had been crossed, neatly, and corrected. But not in his hand. He picked the paper up, and, still frowning, made his way into his son's office.

"Jacques? Is this your hand?" He asked, gesturing to the corrected figure, and then to the other he had noticed lower down the page. "Or do you at least have copies of the staff dockets here?"

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la_jacobine
2008-05-09 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Lucrète stepped out of her apartment onto the street and looked up at the sky- still gray. She sighed. It would take some time to get used to London.

She set off down the street, curiously looking around her as she went. She read a great deal in the Moniteur about England, so now she was very curious to see it for herself. She quickly arrived at the Embassy, only a few blocks away, and approached the imposing building. A thin smile flitted across her lips when she saw the tricolor flag hanging over the entrance.

"Excuse me," she said to the footman at the door. She spoke quietly, still slightly nervous about her English. "I have a private appointment with Citoyen Jacques Belmont." The man nodded and led her into the building and down a hall lined with portraits of the French ambassadors of the past, or so Lucrète assumed.

"The office of Jacques Belmont," the footman send, directing her to an open door and disappearing. Lucrète eagerly hurried towards it, then stopped sharply in the doorway, seeing another person inside.

	la_jacobine 2008-05-10 11:31 am UTC (link)
	Lucrète waited at the door with half a feeling that she would summarily be sent away. Her gaze flickered between Jacques' face and Léon's, but she waited for Jacques to speak first. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jacques_belmont 2008-05-10 01:11 pm UTC (link)
	Jacques flushed slightly. "Ah, f-forgive me, father. This is Citoyenne Lucrète Vernet. She is newly arrived in England. Citoyenne Vernet, this is my father, the Ambassador." He rumpled his hair, feeling slightly awkward, and made a desperate stab for self-possession. "We were going to have lunch together, but it can wait if needed." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jacques_belmont 2008-05-10 04:40 pm UTC (link)
	Jacques flushed again. Why was he always doing and saying the wrong thing around his father? "Thank you," he said, rather stiffly. "Ah... might I see the unfamiliar handwriting?" He focused on that, deeply embarrassed and tried to avoid having to speak. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_the_ambas216 2008-05-10 04:51 pm UTC (link)
	Léon nodded, handing over the papers again. "It is in the two incorrect columns. It is not mine, nor it is Hugos, and I do not believe it to be yours." He explained, pointing to the two changed figures. "But you can look at these after your lunch, Jacques. You should know not to keep an attractive young woman waiting, especially one who has come so far at your request!" (Reply to this) (Parent)