Paul had no idea how close of friends Colette wouldn't mind becoming. She was a nice girl but not his type. No woman was but he didn't go around telling people what his type truly was either. That would be plain stupid with how the world worked. Paul smiled at her. While it was true he would need to find another job once he left this hotel, he would rather help her out. It was the least he could do after how Rich treated her.<br/><br/>~"I insist. I'll be fine, this isn't the first time I ever lost a job. I'll bounce back on my feet pretty quickly."~<br/><br/>Although it might be harder to find a job now thanks to Rich Porter. Paul was sure he'd have to start over in a new city, where very few people knew him. This was stuff worry about another day. He might as well enjoy his stay at the hotel as long as it lasted.<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>Rich and Diane had no idea that there was a lady in the café watching their every move. Diane was just concerned about Rich making an even bigger asshole of himself in Paris. Too bad she couldn't convince Martin and Paul to make up. Paul at least could speak French. Rich would have never heard of it, though. Paul had decked him and Rich would have probably had him arrested, if Martin hadn't reminded him who worked for who. Diane, at least, had taken the time to learn how to say 'Can you speak English?' in French. She wasn't about to try and speak a language she didn't truly know.<br/><br/>"Remember, English only for you."<br/><br/>"Yes, ma'am."<br/><br/>Rich replied in annoyance. He liked it better when she worked for him, not this other way around. Outside the hotel, Rich waved a taxi for them. He wasn't about to walk all over the damn city carrying bags for Diane. He wasn't that much of a gentleman.