Marie waited patiently for the person on the other side to say something. When she heard Shane’s voice and that he was speaking English, it didn’t take much for her to remember who it was. “Oh, hello”, she greeted in her usual kind intonation. When Shane introduced himself as the poorly dressed American guest, the woman clicked her tongue. “Nonsense”, she replied gently. “Don’t mind the way people here looked at you”, the woman continued.<br/><br/>After a pause, she carried on. “Is there anything you need help with, dear?”, the woman asked, in a somewhat motherly intonation.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************************</div><br/>The chamber maid was relieved when Paul showed up. It was a bit annoying to be unable to communicate without needing someone to translate what she had to say. It would be a lot easier if one of them spoke the other’s language, but things were as they were. She would have to use time wisely when she had someone to translate her words to the other woman.<br/><br/>When Paul said that Diane was saying she was fine, the chamber maid shook her head on a firm negative. ~“She is not. Look at her face”~, the woman protested. ~“No man worth the name does this to his lady”~, she completed.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath - apparently to calm herself down, she looked at Diane again. ~“Would you tell her that she does not need to accept this, and should call security if he even raises a hand at her again?”~, she asked.<br/><br/>Then she turned her attention to Paul. ~“Is this normal in America, or is he just a bad man?”~, she asked, deciding to try and force a wedge between the others and martin while she worked on her manipulation.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************************</div><br/>Pierre was thrilled on the inside. He had Martin exactly where he wanted - not just literally, but metaphorically as well. He had Martin in a position where he could tell what he was, and where Martin would never admit to anything that had happened between them, as it would be bad for his career.<br/><br/>When they finally saw themselves alone, Pierre dropped the small talk act. He listened to Martin’s complaints about Diane and nodded.<br/><br/>“Women often do over react, and to things we can’t even figure out what they’re all about”, he commented.<br/><br/>After a pause, Pierre spoke very quietly, as though he were making a confession. “That’s why I don’t really… like them, you know”, he murmured, apparently uncertain about how Martin would react to his words.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************************</div><br/>The Lady didn’t mind if Rich thought he was the king of the world - which he probably did. As long as he believed every word she was saying, she would be satisfied, as that was what she needed for her plan.<br/><br/>It took the Lady some effort not to laugh when she saw the panic in Rich’s eyes after telling him that she could go home with him. Of course, that shouldn’t be a concern at all, since he would never go back home.<br/><br/>When Rich cupped her face, the Lady turned her gaze to him and smiled, one hand caressing the Agent’s chest. “I know you will, honey”, she murmured sweetly after Rich said that he would please her.<br/><br/>“And I will beg like a good girl”, she replied to his next statement.<span style="font-style: italic">Sweeten him up, girl</span>, she thought to herself. After these words, the Lady dove into the kiss, allowing Rich to do whatever he well pleased to her.