This is a follow-up to my other two stories, Darling Delilah and Glamorous Grace. GG obviously hasn't finished yet, so I'll make sure not to put any spoilers of that story in this one. This is set after the ending of GG which hasn't even happened yet (confusing, I know. Sorry.)
I wasn't going to start this until I'd finished GG but I just had all these ideas running around in my head and had to get them out. Once I'd wrote the chapter, I thought I'd post it because I was happy with the way it came out.

GG & my other story (which isn't a Finding Sky fanfiction) are my main priorities right now, but I'll try and update this one regularly. Maybe once or twice a week.

Camille Badeaux strolled onto the 12th floor of the building she worked in. Residents of the city believed that it was a building for accountancy, which it was, but it was also the main building of the French section of the Savant Net; the Net was the main focus of the employees. "Bonjour Madame," her assistant - an eighteen year old Savant called Eloise whom loved to rush around to organize things for Camille for some reason - called out happily as Camille walked past her desk.

"Bonjour!" Camille smiled politely before going into her homely office, sighing when she saw her boss sat in her chair. "Adrien, you are aware that this is my office, yes?"

Adrien, a tall man with blonde hair, rolled his grey eyes and chuckled. "Of course I am. And I wouldn't have already been in here if you arrived to work on time for once."

Camille sighed, knowing that he had a point. She had a problem with getting out of bed in the morning, she just loved sleep and hated the idea of going to work. At twenty-two years old, she still acted like a teenager and literally screamed when her alarm clock rang at six am. "So what do you want?" She asked Adrien.

"I came to ask you if there's any new developments in the new case," he said. "You know that my talent is being able to tell when people lie, which is why I'm asking you in person. I understand that you may lie to me because if we catch the group, your brother will be sent to jail too."

"You think I don't know that?" She exclaimed. "It kills me to know that he's turned against the Net. But just because he's my brother, I'm not letting that affect my work. There have been no developments in the case, I'll contact you as soon as there have been, okay?"

"Okay, okay," he held his hands up in surrender; everybody in Camille's department knew not to anger her in case it caused her Savant power to come to use. "By the way, the American that's coming to work with us on this case arrived today. I want you to show him around this floor and then brief him on everything we know so far."

"Adrien!" She protested with a sigh. "I told you to ask somebody else to show this Benedict guy around."

"But you're their boss, so it's only fitting. He should be arriving about…" He looked down at his watch. "Oh, around about now, actually. He'll be waiting outside with your assistant."

Adrien left the room without another word.

Camille stuck her finger up at him behind his back.

Victor Benedict had arrived in Paris two days ago, not knowing how long he would be here; he wouldn't be going back to Wrickenridge until they had found the group of Savants that were hunting down members of the Net in Paris and murdering them. He was stood in a little room with some girl called Eloise, waiting for the manager/boss of the 12th floor, the person whom he would be working for in the duration of his stay here.

He looked towards the door when it opened and watched as a young woman with strawberry blonde hair walked out of the office. She was wearing the average office outfit for a woman these days - white shirt, tight black skirt pulled up to her waist that stopped mid-thigh, flesh-coloured tights, and black heels. When she spoke, her English was perfect but her French accent definitely came through. Victor loved everything about the French, especially their accent and language; he thought it was beautiful and on women it was definitely sexy. "Bonjour," the woman said, smiling at him. "I'm Camille Badeaux, the manager of this department. And your boss while you're here… Which is weird considering you look more serious and more intimidating than me. Well, not really intimidating… Just scary. I'm sorry, but you're just so tall-"

"Camille," Eloise interrupted her, an amused expression on her face. "You're babbling. Again. Just thought I'd tell you like you asked me to."

"Right, yeah. Merci, Eloise. Mr Benedict, if you'll just follow me; I'll give you a tour of this floor and then brief you on the case. Although I'm really quite surprised they didn't tell you on the phone so you actually knew what you were getting yourself into. I feel like I'm going to start babbling again so I'll get off that subject right now. You see I don't work right up here," she pointed at her head. "I don't have a filter for what I say, the words just tumble out even when I don't mean for them to. And I am actually babbling again, aren't I?" She sighed. "Let's just get on with on the tour, Mr Benedict."

"Okay," Victor replied, holding back laughter at how cute she was. "But please, call me Victor."

"Victor. Huh. That's a nice name. I always used to call my male dolls Victor," she said to him telepathically.

Victor stumbled back at the sensation that went through his mind. It felt like somebody had set his mind alight - but it was a good fire, not a bad one. The fire burned brightly; it warmed up his whole body, wrapping around his heart and protecting it tightly. He visualized a jigsaw clicking into a complete picture; he saw a bright sunny day; he saw a life full of love and happiness… He realized in that moment that he had found the one person he had been searching for his entire life, especially most recently with his younger brothers all being loved up with their soulmates.

"Are you okay?" Camille asked him in a concerned tone. "You look like you've been shot."

He looked up and into her bright green eyes. "You're my Soulfinder," he gasped.

"Holy shit," Eloise mumbled.

"Are you being serious? We're Soulfinders?" Camille asked, neither her expression nor tone of voice revealing how she felt about that. When Victor nodded, her beautiful eyes widened before she looked down at the floor. She mumbled a few words in French before looking back up at Victor. "You're my Soulfinder. You're my bloody Soulfinder."

And then, she did something that very nearly scared the life out of Victor in fear of her being harmed.

She fainted and fell to the floor with a thud.

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