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Marcell Chevalier have been lasily sitting on the chair in his office. It was almost the time when the meeting he arranged would start. Though there were no news from Mollys representatives. In try to distract himself he tilted his head to the side, and lasily started tapping his fingers against the table. Though it did not help much so he simply leaned back again, crossing his arms on the chest. He did not like the idea of asking for help from criminals, however there was no other way to deal with his problem. At least hopes that this meeting will bring some result were calming...

The phone rang. Marcell turned his head to it and pressed a speakerphone button. "Oui?" he asked lasily, not quite expecting anything from the call.

"Monsieur, your guests have arrived and already onboard." the voice replied. The news slightly alertet Marcell but he calmly replied "I see. Escort them to the main hall."

After a positive answer Marcell took a deep breath before rising from his chair and headed out of his office. Two guards met him outside and followed him as he asked for it. Arriving to the main hall first Marcell took the time he had to make an easier look. Watching all over the hall and other parts of the ships brought the thoughts of his childhood and that helped him to put a smile back on his face. In a moment doors of the elevator opened and five people stepped out of it. The one in front appeared to be one of servisemen on the ship, he made a step to the side and while bowing he invited others to come with a quiet sign. Marcell turned to his guests and nodded to them as well "Bonsoir. Welcome aboard of Le Caprice."

"Of course." Marcell replied quickly, as he did not felt like discussing this business not even in presense of his people. With a strict movement of his hand he ordered his people to stay with escorts of his guest. Easy smiling to them he said "Your escorts may wait here, or look if they may satisfy whatever needs they may have. Captain Pascal Borel..." he pointed on one of his guards who readily nodded back to him "...will stay with them and escort them throughout the liner." Looking back at his main guest he said "As for us, I suppose my office will be a good place to continue."

Following his maners Marcell headed straight to the place where she sat and offered her a hand to help her rise. Leaving off the hall they headed back to his office and even though it did not take long, Marcell felt a bit uneasy to talk to this person. Just as they entered the office he headed to the chair near the table, but before sitting pointed with his hand on the chair in front and calmly asked "Please, make yourself comfortable. Perhaps you would like to have a drink?"

With a smile nodding to her order Marcell headed to the minibar in his office. He wasn't sure how to begin such conversation, he was realising that he is dependant on that person's advise fully. With a calm voice he begun "You may say that I am seeking of your council."

Even though he did not want to drink, he felt it necessary to ensure that his guest doesn't feel any discomfort, safety wise or else. He took a bottle in one hand and two glasses in other, heading back to the table and continuing his thought "A friend of mine have been captured by Bretonians. My offers to redeem or exchange him have failed. They treat him like a dangerous terorist, even though those times were long gone..."

All this time his expression did not seem as high as his status would imply. Putting his glass on the table where he would be sitting, he filled her glass with wine, kindly offering it to her hand. Then he filled his own glass and after putting a botle aside sat to his chair and raised the cup a bit, giving his guest a reasonably cheerful for this moment look "A votre sante!"