She quickly stood, avoiding eye contact with her superior. "Y-yes, madame. Right away..." Amelie's view was of the ground as she walked over to the counter and ordered the drink.
She stammered when talking to the man behind the counter. "I need... she... sent me for coff-"
"I heard. We know what she likes. Et oui, I'll put it on her tab."
"Thank you..." she sighed.
When Amelie received the drink, she rushed it over to Dupont, bowing her head slightly in humility while handing it to the directeur.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.