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Three years later

So, Freya wanted Mikaelson Pictures to produce a biographical film on the legendary love story between her husband Marcel and she, during the Second World War !

She had made a statement to all guests of the traditional celebration of Valentine's Day, held like each year in Mikaelson mansion, the family home.

As soon as Klaus Mikaelson had heard the news of his grandmother, he knew trouble was on the horizon. The week before, he had passed to see Freya, and found her watching The Wave, a movie whom Caroline had written the script. The image of a Statue of Liberty disappearing under a tsunami of fifty meters had seemed to him particularly scary. Now, he knew why.

Undoubtedly, Freya was going to ask him to convince Caroline to write the script of Honor. That would be difficult, since Caroline didn't speak to him anymore.

He was holding tight a crystal champagne flute when Freya had made her announcement. He had swallowed a trait the Dom Perignon at two hundred dollars a bottle, and then he was headed to the bar . From one moment to another, Freya was going to catch him, and he wanted to have a tequila in hand when she would.

Unfortunately, he was too slow. He had almost reached the bar when he heard the voice of his grandmother in his back.

" You don't seem thrilled with my announcement. "

He turned back towards her. Despite her advanced age, Freya had kept the elegance and grace that had made her a screen legend. She was wearing a long dress sparkling, made to highlight the shining diamond necklace around her neck. Her crystalline blue eyes were shining , as if she knew exactly why he was avoiding her.

" Of course I'm delighted, granny. "

He kissed her cheek.

" I think your love story will make a great movie."

" Marcel has always thought this. We had the project for years. But when Marcel passed away, I didn't have the courage to do it without him. "

For a brief moment, his grandmother usually full of life seemed so sad and fragile that he almost didn't tell her his concerns.

" I'm glad we do it now " he said. "But you said you wanted the film for the sixtieth anniversary of the studio and I don't understand why such haste. There is no emergency, we should take our time. To do things right. "

The sadness in her eyes disappeared, giving way to determination.

" When should I do it, in your opinion ? For the seventy-fifth birthday ? The hundredth ? " She didn't wait for an answer to her rhetorical question. " No, I have made my decision. If we don't do it now, maybe we never will. "

Useless to discuss with her, he concludes with a shrug.

"So, I guess you want me to hire a screenwriter. "

She had an enigmatic smile. A eighty-nine and she was still a beautiful woman, and age had barely attenuated her charm.

" Oh Klaus, you know me so well. "

" Tomorrow I will talk to Damon Salvatore. "

He signaled to the bartender to serve him a drink. The employee had probably often worked for the Mikaelson because he automatically offered him a tequila.

" He has worked with Spielberg on Saving Private Ryan . "

Freya waved her hand in an imperial gesture.

" No, no. I really don't want someone who has already written a film about the Second World War. The love story between your grandfather and me is unique. So we need someone who will bring a unique approach to the project. Someone with a personal touch. "

He remembered that when he was a child he liked to see Freya's eyes shine with the same malice. She knew him so well ! After the death of his mother, Freya and Marcel had raised him. Result, she could read him like an open book.

" I already have in mind the ideal screenwriter. "

Just what he feared.

"Do you remember my goddaughter, Caroline Forbes ? "

Caroline ? Of course. How can he forget her quick wit and her repartee ? Her soft lips and her deep blue eyes ? Her long blond hair on the pillow ?

" Of course I remember her. "

He simply couldn't forget Caroline. She was very often came to the mansion when he was younger. When they saw each other three years earlier, he had discovered that annoying child who followed him everywhere once, had metamorphosed into an irresistible woman.

In short, he would never forget their liaison, brief but passionate. Neither the deplorable way it had ended.

"Well "continued Freya, " We haven't seen Caroline in a while. "

" Indeed "

Probably because she avoided all the Mikaelson since he had left her. She had even stopped attending family celebrations. This is probably why he found this party so dull.

" I'm sure she would be perfect for this mission. She is closely linked with family. She'll do justice to the project. Besides, I believe she's very talented. Her previous scenarios were a great success. "

The little Caroline wasn't only a very beautiful woman, but also a very great professional. She had quickly made a name with her nervous scenarios and full of wit, and the public adored them. A journalist had recently described her as the David Mamet of adventure movies.

" Her past projects together have reported two hundred million dollars " he commented in a placid tone .

" Exactly. So why doesn't she work for Mikaelson Pictures ? " she said by pressing a finger on his arm to gently reprimand him. " This project is the perfect opportunity to bring her home. "

" Frankly, I'm not sure whether it be her kind of movie "

" Nonsense. As a child, she loved listening Marcel about the war. She's almost part of the family. "

" Granny... "

"I will not change my mind Nicklaus "

" When you call me like this, it's because you're serious. "

"I am. Tomorrow, I want you to go see Caroline. If anyone can convince her to do the project, it's you. I trust you. "

When she turned on her heel and walked away, the haughty bearing, he greeted her departure with a nod. Something about his grandmother had always inspired him that kind of formality.

Voilà. His mission was to bring Caroline at home. What Freya didn't know, it's that he was the one who had made Caroline run away .

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