“Merci Matt. Mais il est trop tard pour ce sentiment.” She said as she stood up and faced him. The room quieted then and waited for one of them to make the next movement. Lily was staring at him as though he was a bug or a spot that had somehow found away onto her silk dress. Matt stared back, but only because he had overstepped his boundaries. Tom sighed and stood up as well, ruining the effect.
“Ok enough. Lily and Matt. If you cannot get along then leave. We do not need that kind of tension in this room.”
Lily wilted at the tone of his voice. Matt sat down simply because it would have been pointless to argue with the man who had the most power in the room.
“As you wish Tom.” he said, placing his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together. Tom seemed happy and looked at Lily. She sat down but looked down instead of looking at everyone else. Her blonde hair, normally in a ponytail, streamed across her face, hiding the pained look that must have crossed her beautiful features and she sighed.
Tom stared at him as if he was some kind of Alien. “Well…I think you owe us an explanation Matt.”
“Why do you think that?” he stared at him, keeping his face neutral.
“I think that because we were lied to by you. You said you could only speak English, yet here you are speaking in French.”
“I thought that was painstakingly obvious when I started to say it.” Matt said sarcastically, getting angry.
“I don’t want to hear it. I want to know why you lied to us.”
“I thought my speaking French wouldn’t be an important asset to this Corporation.” He said coldly, not wanting to tell him the real reason why he lied to them.
“You thought?” Tom laughed then said, “Come off it Matt. We knew you had secrets. But as it turns out…I have use for you.”
“Don’t think you can use me as you please. You might find that you don’t like the other me.” Matt said, clenching his hands into fists.
“Only this once.” Tom made the scout’s honor above his heart. “A businessman is coming here and he has a project for us to do. The only problem is that he speaks French only.”
“You could get Lily to do it. She speaks French.”
“Not as fluently as you Matt.” She said, looking up, tears clearly streaming down her face. “I swore I would never translate when my mom died. I swore.” She started trembling and Kyle put his arm around her, obviously going into comfort mode.
Matt swore under my breath than said, “Fine. I’ll translate. But only this time. When will the hybride show up?”
“Je suis ici. Pourquoi m'avez-vous appelé cela?” A voice said from the doorway. Everybody looked over to see a well-dressed woman enter the doorway. She sauntered into the room and found an empty chair. Figures that it would be right across from Matt. Her hair was black, and her eyes were green, her mouth was small but tantalizing and of course she had to be wearing the closet thing to being skimpy yet formal.
“Je suis désolé. J'ai pensé que la personne devait être il.” Matt was amazed that he didn’t stutter. She seemed to take that astride as well as she soon bombarded him with questions.
“Êtes-vous le porte-parole pour votre compagnie?” She asked softly, looking at Matt curiously.
 iSinful · Mon Oct 20, 2008 @ 09:58pm · 0 Comments |
