<div style="text-align: justify;">Upstairs, <span style="color: #0000FF">The Gentleman</span> and <span style="color: #BF00FF">The Lady</span> were being settled in their respective rooms. The Gentleman had chosen a penthouse suite, as he loved the view from the top. The Lady had gotten herself a first floor apartment, as she was not particularly fond of heights. That, and she couldn’t really be seen taking up an apartment too close to The Gentleman. They had to keep a low profile, even if the place where they chose to stay seemed to defeat the purpose. The one reason why it didn’t was because they both had a habit of staying there every time they went to Paris. Choosing a different hotel, in this case, might be considered more suspicious than using their regular one.<br/><br/>Downstairs, the American lady had given up on speaking to the girl. Gesturing for a piece of paper and a pen, she had written down her name and the number of her suite, and added her identification, to make the girl’s work easier. With a sigh of relief, the girl had started checking the woman in. She could feel that the lady would be one of those difficult guests. After checking the lady in and calling for someone to take her and her bags to her apartment, the girl approached the other clerk, in order to help him with the group who had just arrived at the counter.<br/><br/>She stood at the side of the clerk just as he had finished asking the guests the question about their ability to speak French. They weren’t sure about what his initial answer was. But they did understand his second sentence perfectly. <br/><br/>The clerk’s eyes went wide in his face. The girl turned beet red and covered her face with her hands. After a moment of shocked silence, the clerk started shouting in French. The shouting attracted an older gentleman, who seemed to be a manager, and a heated conversation in French followed, with the clerk pointing at the agent with a furious expression.<br/><br/>After hearing everything the man had to say, the older gentleman turned around to the guests and spoke in a slow and careful English. “How may I help you?”. The clerk started protesting, but the man only motioned for him to shut up. They wouldn’t lose a group of rich guests because someone thought he could speak French and obviously couldn’t, after all.</div>