Jacques bowed in reply. "It is a pleasure, Citoyen Régnier. Please, be seated."
He gestured at a chair on the other side of the desk before sitting himself. Jacques felt oddly awkward. This was his first job and it was strange, suddenly, to be on the other side of the desk. He forced his mind back on track, but frowned at the mention of Chrétien. They had argued viciously soon after Jacques's arrival in London and hadn't spoken since. "I... yes, I knew him."