Just as she was about to leave the office to have a few choice words with none other Jayne Grayson her phone rang. She almost saw it as a blessing, a way to put up facing Jayne someone that right now she was afraid she could actually kill. She picked up the phone and sat on the corner of her desk, no one chose to ring her unless it was a god given emergency, "Connie Beauchamp" for the second time in twenty minutes she tried not to groan, hearing that American accent just made her want to commit genocide rather than just a singular murder. She reluctantly listened to the first few sentences then switched off, giving the odd 'Umm ' and 'ahh' in the appropriate places.

The way he said her name made her cringe, he couldn't pronounce the C and the O correctly; it came out as a K and an A. Quite regularly she wanted to point this out to him that her name was in fact Connie not Kannie, but she was actually too polite to even mention it- not to even think that it would come back on her, she'd be up against racism allegations from Jayne by the end of the week and all her chances of getting the job as Director of Surgery would be out of her 6th floor office window with the rest of her career. As she was mulling this thought over, she sincerely hoped she misheard something she was half paying attention to. Michael Spence asked her that if when in Paris he could take her to dinner. At first her reaction was to decline, and decline quickly but then it came to her mind that maybe this could in fact make the whole conference away fun. She could have dinner with him; string him along further than she has before, get a wining and dining on his expense, it could be amazingly entertaining. Her scheming was interrupted by that ghastly American accent on the other end of the phone that she had forgotten was awaiting her answer to his invite.

She accepted quickly and hung up on him seconds after, grinning to herself in satisfaction of her achievements. All of a sudden this trip to Paris wasn't such a bad idea.