Nights in Paris – Chapter 5
Sonny arrived at Hugo's Fashion House that evening. He figured that the man would be less busier than in the day time. Sonny knocked on the door and a man, no younger than Sonny himself, answered it.
"H-hello?" The man stammered.
"Bonjour. May I speak to Mr. Butterly...?"
"Uh, he's pretty busy right now-"
"Chris? Who is that?" A voice snapped and Hugo walked to the door. Chris cowered and quickly moved away. Sonny frowned.
"And who are you?" The man demanded. He had a very noticeable British accent, and looked kind of intimidating, even if he was of equal height to Sonny. Sonny cleared his throat.
"Um, my name is Sonny Joon."
"Sonny-boy, what are you doing here at this time of night?" But it's only after eight, Sonny thought.
"I would just like to talk to you." Hugo squinted his eyes.
"You're not a journalist, or reporter of some kind, are you?" Hugo questioned. Sonny shook his head.
"Well, then. Come on in. But make it quick, for I have an appointment to attend tonight."
Sonny sat himself in a room with several bookshelves, which he assumed to be a library he was in Hugo came into the room and sat himself in front of Sonny. Sonny cleared his throat.
"So, you're Hugo Butterly-"
"Just spit it out already!" Sonny cleared his throat.
"Well, I was curious if you knew the reason behind the behavior of Minette." Hugo rolled his eyes.
"Do we have to talk about her?" He muttered.
"I'm just curious, that's all. Sighing heavily, Hugo agreed.
"She's just doing it for attention. Why else would she being acting this ridiculous?" He said.
"She seems pretty unhappy. I don't think she is faking it."
"I have known here for a long time. Of course she's faking it." Hugo seems so full of himself and confident that Minette is faking it. She gets enough people to buy her clothes, so why would she-
"Mr. Butterly, someone is at the door," Someone called from another room. Hugo rolled his eyes.
"I'll be right there. You stay here."
Where else would I go?
Sonny saw a woman with red hair and realized it was Minette! Sonny slumped into his chair to keep from being noticed. However, he did notice a bottle of wine in Hugo's hand when he came from the kitchen.
No, they couldn't be...
The British man told Sonny that he'd be back in an hour. Or two. Sonny made a face as Minette followed Hugo up the stairs, his arm slung around her waist.
A while later, Hugo came back down. He looked sweaty and his face was red. His buttons on his dress-shirt were half-done, and there was a cloudy look in his eyes.
"Sorry about the long wait."
No you're not.
"It's okay." Then he handed Sonny a piece of paper which had his cell phone number on it.
"You can call me tomorrow, If you'd like."
I think I'm good.
Jing Jing Ling is a nut.
That was the first thought that had popped into Sonny's mind.
Well, the first thought was that she was really nice, and sweet.
Until she asked him to play hangman with her.
"Not now, J-J. I need to be heading to bed now." The Australian woman pouted.
"Tomorrow?"
"I'll see."
So, the next morning when Sonny was getting ready for work, she bothered him again with the game. Sonny waved her off.
"After work. Promise." Then he shut the door.
"Good morning, Sonny," Heather chirped happily. Sonny plopped in his seat and pulled out his notebook.
"What's gotten you in a good mood?" He muttered. He sipped his coffee. Heather looked up, dreamily.
"Deiter talked to me yesterday." Sonny had the urge to snort.
"What did he say?" Heather had a big grin on her face.
"Well, he said that he liked me. We chatted for a bit. He said that even though he's single, he wants to get to know me a bit." Sonny thought back on his first meeting with the German. Good luck with him, Heather. You'll need it.
"That's nice. Too bad I don't care." Heather glared at him.
"Shut up. I'm sure you don't have a girlfriend or someone that likes you at the moment, so..."
"Like I said, I could care less. You stick to your pointless fantasies about Deiter taking you on your desk, while I stick to aliens." Heather's face turned red.
The phone rang.
"Sonny, can you get that for me?" Minette asked. Sighing, Sonny got up and answered the phone.
"Hello?" He mumbled.
"Give the phone to Minette. I need to to talk to her." Sonny frowned.
"Who's this?"
"It doesn't matter. Give the phone to Minette." Sonny became nervous.
"Um..."
"Never mind." Then the person hung up.
"Another phone call? Oh, dear..." Heather forgot all of her anger and it was replaced with a somber feeling.
"So this has happened before?" She nodded.
"Yes. But don't worry about it. She will be fine."
Sonny doubted that.
Recent Notes:
Last night, I had witnessed something pretty disturbing... Hugo having some kind of relationship with my boss, Minette? Based on others' knowledge, they have a typical love-hate relationship... I don't know. It just seemed so weird. I am still thinking about meeting Hugo again, as I don't want to walk in or wait for things like it again.
Heather said that random phone calls occur often. They ask for Minette, which is also odd. It sounded as if they guy is hiding something. That's really odd. I have a feeling that Heather not telling me everything as well, but I will let it go for now.
After coming from work, Sonny dragged himself through the front door, straight to his room.
J-J Ling did not ask to play hangman that night.