Quiet Little French Girl. [h.s.]

T Named Food; Sulky Kisses.

The meeting to review my project has been scheduled for in a weeks time - just a few days after my birthday and the day before Odette and I are supposed to fly out to France; so in other words, that day could turn out negatively or positively - my fingers are tightly crossed for the latter.

My birthday, that reminds me, I wouldn't be surprised if the lads had something up their sleeves - I know I told Odette that I didn't want to do anything but knowing the lads I won't really have a choice. They normally surprise me on the day anyway.

Work was a lot busier today, the company heads James and Miller invested in a new chain of hotels and because they consider our branch as their preferable location, we have to input all the new data into the computer system and file all the new paper work - essentially it means everyone having to really co-operate with each other and work together to get the job done. No doubt it will take us a few days to complete, but we'll get it done nevertheless.

I've seen that guy around more than usual too, the one from the printer. It's strange isn't it, how you see a new face just once and then everywhere you turn they're there. I don't know his role in the company or his importance, but he looks of high status, and even if he wasn't I'd respect him regardless.

"Do you think it's strange that we never see James or Miller but we always hear about them?" Elliot questions as a group of us sit around a small table in the third floors break room, Freya currently at the kettle because she's on 'brew duty' after an extremely heated game of rock, paper, scissors.

"I agree, it's like they're too important for the third floor." Rachel interjects, her eyes never leaving her phone as her newly manicured fingers tap away rudely - not giving the rest of us much of her attention during the communal conversation.

"I don't think it's strange. They run a successful business with branches all over the country - they don't have time for general chit chat with random office workers." I argue validly.

James and Miller Enterprises Ltd. was originally created by two childhood friends William James and Stanley Miller. The pair built a successful empire of managing and directing enterprises and incorporations; they bought shares of companies, improved them and then bought out any other investors - they own a lot of the United Kingdom really. After their retirement three years ago, the two men handed the company down to their sons Ethan James and Wesley Miller - both twenty seven year-old millionaires, thanks to their inheritance, which coincidentally makes them my boss' boss' boss' boss. I think that's right anyway...

"I'm with Harry on this one. They don't need to see or speak to us." Freya places my last coffee of the day in front of me and I welcome it warmly, the heat from the ceramic mug feeling toasty to my achingly cold fingertips.

"Thanks Freya." I smile and nod. My hands are worn out today, riddled with paper cuts and I'll most likely get blisters from all of the data inputting I've been doing today.

Rachel scoffs and exits the room for some unfathomable reason, although none of us mind considering the atmosphere feels a lot lighter than when she was here. "So," Elliot begins, glancing around at the four of us left at the annoyingly unstable circular table, "not long to go now for this internship, just a few more months and then we'll be official employees!" He grins widely and I keep my mouth shut - if this project is a success I'll be an employee a lot earlier than they will.

"I know, I can't wait! I've wanted to work here ever since I left uni!" Grace, another intern, smiles enthusiastically and I can't help but wish the best for the lovely girl.

"Well we better get back guys, breaks almost over." We all stand after Freya's small time keeping announcement and head to our work stations, I place my coffee beside my now warm and pulsating hands, counting down the minutes until six.