Nights in Paris – Chapter 4
A strange feeling of anxiety and sickness washed over Sonny. Why am I so nervous? It's just Jean Michele.
And I have no idea who he is. I only have a bias of him from Heather.
He can't be that bad, right?
Sonny approached Kiki Café , like it had said on the address Heather gave him. At a table on a corner outside was a round, bald man with orange shades. He was reading a newspaper and was eating parfait. And that medallion around his neck ... His really big medallion ...
Uh...
Taking a deep breath, Sonny walked up to him.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Michele-"
"Speak in English please. You don't need to speak French. I'm quite capable of speaking English myself. Although the attempt is very flattering." Sonny sighed in relief and sat down across from him. "But it wouldn't hurt to speak a little of it to get around. It can get you much farther than choosing to speak English the whole time. Anyway, how can I help you?" Sonny placed the manila folder on the table.
"Ah, merci. So, you have had the pleasure of meeting Herr Von Schwesterkrank, huh?" Sonny frowned.
"Yes, Do you like him?" Jean Michele sighed.
"Deiter is... a very enterprising and intelligent young man. But when his head becomes bigger than his brain, that's when things start to become... uncomfortable. He loves praise for his work, but he sometimes has a hard time seeing past most flattery."
"I have noticed. Um, do you know why Minette wears that mask?" Jean Mi shook his head.
"No one knows. Perhaps it could be surgery she has gotten."
"Isn't Minette a little too young to ?" Jean-Mi shrugged.
"That I do not know for sure. But it could be possible..." They why would she wear a mask? Wouldn't she get surgery again? Or maybe she doesn't have enough money? Sonny internally sighed, deciding that he would worry about it later.
"If you could name Minette's worst enemy, who would that be?" Sonny inquired.
"Hugo Butterly, without a doubt. They are both inept egoists, who have a hard time getting along. If one insults the other, then it's all over." Sonny shook his head, not surprised.
"Could I possibly talk to Hugo?" Sonny questioned, interested in meeting the man. Maybe
I could find out why Minette is acting so strange, in the least!
Jean-Mi passed his phone over to me and Sonny wrote down the enemy's number.
Now I'm getting somewhere!
But it would be best if he asked Heather for a bit more information about Minette. So he could understand more...
Feeling proud of himself for getting his chores not only done, but early, and for being responsible enough to carry the task out, Sonny smiled and pushed his glasses up to his face in a humorous way.
"Merci, M. Jean-Mi."
"No problem. Au revoir, Mr. Joon."
Next was going to the park...
Pont Neuf park was very... artistic, in the least. There were statues of odd shapes and faces, lots of squirrels, and venders. Venders were the people who sold outlandish items such as random trinkets, man holes and bottles. Yet no single alien or Koko Kringles anywhere. This was very strange to Sonny. He counted the money he had gotten from the States, now Euro.
£300... That should be enough. After all, he was going to get paid for working.
He hoped so.
Sonny pushed open the door to the windmill exhausted. For some things, he had to go all over Paris, just to find that one item. At least he had all of the items now for Minette. As he approached her office, he heard laughing. Sonny pressed an ear to the wooden door.
"I will see if I can get off a little early tonight. Oh, and bring some wine, will you? Oh, okay. Thanks." Sonny knocked on the door.
"Come on in" Her voice sounded a little cheerful, an improvement from earlier.
"I got your things. Oh, and I have some change left-"
"Keep it. I don't need it." Sonny nodded gratefully and headed out of the room.
"Sonny, tell Heather she's in charge because I'm leaving early. I have some... important things to attend to ." Quickly catching on, Sonny replied with a "Yes, ma'am." That gave him a lot of time to relax and sight-see.
And on his desk was the notebook Heather took from him earlier.
He was going to need it.