"That's good. It's nice to have good bosses."<br/><br/>Shane replied to Marie. He genuinely was enjoying talking to the woman. She was so kind, reminding her that there were nice people in the world. Not everyone was a giant asshole like Rich Porter. Or looked down at their noses at people who didn't dress like millionaires. Of course, he now wished he had dressed better. The people might whisper about him, that idea didn't make him feel comfortable. Too late now and he hadn't wanted to use more than Porter's money then he needed to. He planned to throw a great deal of it in his face.<br/><br/>When Marie touched his shoulder, it surprised Shane. He looked at her kind face and realized she must have thought he planned to do something really stupid. Maybe even kill himself. While he missed Diane and wanted her back, if the answer was no, he didn't plan to do that. He'd be upset but he wasn't suicidal.<br/><br/>"Oh, no...I won't do anything like that. I promise."<br/><br/>Shane said, patting her hand. Why he was making a promise to someone he had just met, he didn't know. He felt the need to reassure her. Shane smiled at Marie.<br/><br/>"I will, thank you again."<br/><br/>He said, seeing Marie out the door. He looked around the room and wasn't sure what his next step should be. He needed find to Diane.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Paul hoped that Shane wasn't going to cause too many problems. Although as soon that thought entered his mind, he shook his head. 'Why should I give a flying fuck? Martin and I are over,' Paul had to remind himself. He realized it would take time to remember that Martin wasn't his problem anymore. He couldn't be with someone who allowed an asshole like Rich get away with the shit he did. Paul headed back to the hotel. He passed the café and saw Martin chatting away with some other tourists that recognized him. Paul smiled sadly as he passed by. Martin was always nice to his fans, which was why he couldn't understand why Martin would let Rich run his life.<br/><br/>"Not my problem, not anymore."<br/><br/>Paul muttered out loud to himself as he boarded the elevator to his room. When he entered it, he saw that housekeeping had been there. Not that he had left a big mess for anyone to clean up. He had been taught to pick up after himself. He pictured that Rich had a left a huge mess for some poor woman to clean up. He kicked off his shoes and saw the extra chocolate bar on the pillows and the note. He picked it up and smiled. Colette was a nice girl. He did like her, just not that way. Well, he'd be in Paris until Martin's honeymoon vacation was over. That's how long Martin had paid for the rooms. It would be nice to have someone to talk to. To have to hang out with, it would keep his mind off of what how this trip started. He picked up the phone and called the front desk.<br/><br/>~"Hello. Is Colette available?"~<br/><br/>Paul asked in French.