Simon went downstairs, only making the call after entering his car. It took Olivier ten seconds to pick up.
The afternoon sun glared brightly, reflecting blinding light from the windshield. Simon put on his sunglasses and lit a cigarette. "What's up?"
"You're with Fleur?"
"Ha." Simon released a breath. "She only made some noise and you're already sure it's her. Have you become that close with her?"
Olivier rose from his office chair walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. A shining river ran outside the building. On the other side of it was The Stunning Club itself. "Why are you looking for her? I told you you can't have the wine."
"What's this? You're still calling the shots for her?"
"Yes." Olivier's dark eyes reflected off the glass.
Simon took a long drag. He was in no hurry to start the car, getting himself into a comfortable position. He opened the window to flick cigarette ash outside, and continued, "This woman is deeply connected to Samuel's death."
Olivier did not give a response. His eyes, black as obsidian, carried a sharp coldness. "Don't touch her."
"Looks like you already know that I'm going to investigate her background. I'll definitely investigate, Olivier. My brother would never have committed suicide."
"I know. I meant to leave it up to me to investigate."
Simon took another drag. A cold smile rose along with a sliver of smoke. "I've heard some things in the short time I've been back in the country. Your grandmother's situation for one, then your marriage proposal to Virginie failing. Aren't these two women enough trouble for you?"
Olivier looked at the rushing river, rays of sun catching on his eyes and hiding his expression.
"I already have two women to worry about, would I afraid of even one more?"
Simon was silent for a moment before continuing, "How long have you known Fleur?"
"Two days."
"It's only been two days and it seems like you're already ready to give up Virginie, the woman you've known for ten years, just to go to Fleur?"
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