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Devereux
    Oh! No, by now he would have found out about his headache and would be next in the long list of people that had asked him if he was feeling alright.
    “Salut Grandpa,” Aiden said.
    “Salut Aiden. Comment ça va?” He spoke in his thick French accent.
    “Ça va, merci. How are you? How is Grandma?” Aiden asked.
    “I’m gud. And zo iz your Grandmère. Zank You,” he said. “Whatz do ze pople know aboutz ze French. We are ze always gud.”
    Aiden was quiet for a minute because he was thinking about the French being ‘always good’ part that Pierre said.
    “Aiden, are you zere?” He asked. “I wantz to azk you somethikg.”
    “Go ahead, Grandpa. What is it?” Aiden asked him.
    “Adelynn zold me zhat you are notz well. Ven willz you be fine? Comez to ze Paris, you willz ze French pople and feel betterz,” Pierre said and by the tone of his voice Aiden could just imagine him puffing out his chest in pride.
    “I’m fine, Grandpa. And I don’t need to see the French people to get better,” said Aiden.
    “How zare you zay that! Ze French are the anzwerz to all ze problemz,” he said.
    “Are you trying to say that the French have answers to all the problems?” Aiden grinned.
    “That iz whatz I zaid. Don’tz ze interruptz me whenz I talkz of ze French.”
    Knowing that once he started to rant, he could go on forever, Aiden tried to halt the long-winded speech that his grandpa was about to start. “Grandpa, it’s getting late and I had a long day at work. Can I talk to you tomorrow?” Aiden asked. Praying that for once, his grandfather would say yes.
    “Hokay. I callz again. And ze French ’re ze best pople. Toujours. Bonne nuit,” Pierre said.
    “Bonne nuit, Grandpa,” Aiden said and cut the call.
    Looking at the time, Aiden thanked God that the day was finally done. It had been a long and tiring day. He hoped that his grandfather wouldn’t call the next day. Not that he didn’t love his grandfather – he did – but when he started his French talk then he never allowed anyone else to speak. Deeming it far too late to still be up, he slid into bed and closed his eyes hoping for a peaceful dream, but he couldn’t sleep. “Not again,” he groaned. Just as he had given up hope of ever sleeping peacefully his eyes they felt heavy and he felt himself go under a thick blanket of sleep. And for the first time in a long while he didn’t think about the girl from his dreams…
     
    - Chapter 4 -
     
    Conversations Misunderstood
     
     
     
     
    Jo heard Aiden sigh as he shuffled through the last set of documents he needed to look over today. It had been an extremely long day and now around six in the evening she could see his shoulders sagging from fatigue. If there was one thing that Aiden Reid was, he was both a workaholic and a perfectionist, and while that helped the company profit, he almost had no thoughts for himself. She wondered if she should get him coffee.
    Suddenly, he called Jo to come near his desk and she quickly did. When he was this worked up, he usually got a little angry if things didn’t work his way. That was one thing that she had learnt working in the last three weeks, but he was a good boss otherwise.
    “Make arrangements for us to fly to Paris at the end of this month.”
    Jo nodded before she caught up with what he was saying. “Wait, what? Us?” she asked.
    He looked at her like she was stupid for even asking that and before she could tell him what he could do with himself, he said, “Of course, since you have worked with me all these weeks, you know the details well enough that if I need someone to look over the deal along with me, it would be you.” His logic sounded good to her and she couldn’t do anything but nod.
     
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                  Just as they were finishing up for the night, Alex walked in without as much as a knock.
    “Hey, Aido. Hi, Jo,” he grinned.
    “You know, you should learn how to knock. It’s that thing you do