“Madame Adriane.” My personal assistant excused himself as he walked inside my office. “Il y a quelqu'un qui voudrait vous voir . Mr. Church Felix.”
(There is someone who wants to see you.)
I frowned, not knowing what this bastard is here for.
“Tu lui dis que je ne suis pas là. Occupée, ou je sais pas quoi. Tu fais de ton mieux pour qu’il ne reste pas ici.”
(You tell him I'm not here. Busy or whatever. You do your best for him not stay here.)
My personal assistant nodded, and I added. “Tu sais quoi? Dis-lui que j’ai voyagée. Comme cela il ne va plus nous deranger. Mais s’il refuse, tu demandes aux agents des sécurité de s’occuper de lui.”
(You know what? Tell him that I traveled. This way, he won't bother us anymore. And if he refuses, you ask the guards to take car of him.)
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