Beautiful Life Of Belle-Vie

Chapter 10: Get Out Of My Office

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"Peux-tu venir jouer avec moi? (Can you come to play with me?)"

"Non, je travaille (no, I'm working)"

"Mais tu ne joues jamais avec moi, tu ne me parles même pas ... est-ce parce que tu me détestes? (But you never play with me, you don't even talk to me...is it because you hate me?)"

Belle sighed as she pushed her laptop to the side, then patted the spot next to her on the bed where she sat criss-cross. Leon sprinted towards the bed and jumped next to her, making Belle giggle as she ruffled his golden brown fluffy curls.

"It's your parents I dislike, not you," she sighed at the boy.

"Huh, qu'est-ce que ça veut dire? (Huh, what does that mean?)" He looked up at his older sister in confusion.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas pour ça ... mais à partir de maintenant vous et moi parlerons en Anglais pour améliorer le vôtre, d'accord? (Don't worry about that...but from now on you and I will talk in English to improve yours, okay?)" She said and Leon responded with an excited nod.

"I promise I will play with you when I'm not busy, I don't hate you, I'm just really busy, vous comprenez? (you understand?)" She told him as she kissed his forehead

"Yes," he nodded.

"You're my little brother," she said more so to herself to let it sink in, Leon grinned and she found herself smiling too, "now go play, I'll join you when I'm done here okay?"

The boy excitedly nodded before pecking his older sister on the cheek and then excitedly aeroplaning out of the room.

Belle sighed.

She had convinced herself to not hold anything against the boy because he was not to blame, his parents were at fault, plus he was simply too cute not to like.

She pulled her laptop back over her lap and got back to work with a sigh.

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Belle-Vie had a rush, adrenalin rush.

She was about to do something that would risk her getting fired, and she was willing to take that risk with everything in her.

A few days ago, Priscilla casually informed her about a meeting the architects on the fifth floor were going to have to brainstorm ideas on a new Medical Science building project they were given.

At first, she didn't even want to entertain the horrible idea she had, but it kept on creeping back so she finally decided that she was going to do it.

She was going to attend that meeting to give in one of her ideas, just to at least get a slight taste of what it would be like to live her dream.

Plus there was no way that anyone on that floor would know that she's not a qualified architect, there were so many employees in the firm that it was hard to keep track of who was who and who did what, so unless your role was to know exactly which employee did what in the firm and know all of them by face and name, there was no way of possibly telling.

So there she was, six floors below the floor she worked in trying to sneak into a very important meeting and very much prepared to risk losing her first-ever job in Paris, but it was going to be worth it if it meant that she got to experience one of her biggest dreams at least once.

She quickly tip-toed from the vending machine to the door which led to the conference room, then quietly shut the door behind her after sliding in like the ninja she was pretending to be.