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Light blue eyes blink behind her black oval eye glasses. The plain white envelope in her relaxed hands, seems to glare at her. Gently dragging the letter opener across it, the tearing sound echoes in her ears.
Having already seen Adrien off as the Gorilla faithfully drives their charge to school. A small smile grows on her light pink painted lips at how thrilled Adrien appeared heading out.
'The longer Gabriel waits. . . the harder it will be on Adrien.'
Taking a deep breath at those always troubling thoughts. Two different letters drop out the broken envelope. Raising a perfectly shaped left eyebrow, she unfolds the one with the words Nat, wish you well slight hmmm comes from her throat.
Nathalie Sancoeur, no contact in so very long. Understandable why you stopped all your letters. Regardless we all wish you well.
I do miss my favorite co-worker - Charon
A small smile graces her face, at the short but welcomed letter. Pocketing it away in her black blazer. A sigh escapes, as she unfolds the second letter. Feelings of longing finally hit her, misses the New York based Continental. After all Charon and her were well allies and fierce fighters themselves in times of action.
'Some secrets are best kept hidden, I suppose.'
Nathalie's thoughts rush towards the strong fact, not Emilie nor of Gabriel know of her darker past. Shaking her ravenette/red stripe hair out of her usually professional bun, as her hair falls loose around her shoulders she releases a deep breath.
Light blue eyes roam over the second letter's actually shorter context. Flops against her desk chair lazily, once finished. Knowing things in Paris will get crazier.
"Of course Mr. Wick."
Her monotone voice back in place, as she lets the letter float to her floor. The ominous words "See You Soon, Ms. Sancoeur."
THE END!