The man sipped his coffee and nodded to Jeni. “I see you arrived, was it a good flight?”
Jeni flopped into an overstuffed arm chair. She crossed her legs and looked around. “Let’s not waste time with formalities Mr. Sangril. Tell me your story. Hannah sit.” Jeni said pointing to the other empty chair.
The man had a slight tremor in his hand holding his coffee. He nodded and sipped his coffee. “I haven’t slept in days.” He started. Jeni’s eyes narrowed. “Every time I do I think about all the stories my father and grandfather told me” he paused sipping more coffee.
“Take a deep breathe, just tell us how all this started” Hannah said.
He looked Hannah over. His eyes cleared and he smiled slightly at her. “It's a long story from the beginning, you have the most beautiful legs”
“Hellooo!” Jeni said eyebrow raised disapprovingly. “How about we just start with when your particular problem started”
He sat behind his desk. “You see. It’s rather odd, my family. We’ve looked into options before, but they’ve all been charlatans, liars and thieves, you have such a high success rate.”
Jeni tilted her head, quickly losing interest. She was used to being compared to the charlatans that used their gifts to make a quick buck and move on. Hannah watched her friend. Fairly certain she was thinking she wished she hadn’t shared that croissant. Hannah’s stomach rumbled. Her part of the croissant certainly wasn’t filling.
“I understand that you’ve solved nearly unsolvable cases, your psychic abilities must be real” He said almost pleadingly. Jeni turned and smiled at Hannah victoriously, with an ‘I told you so’ glance. Sangril frowned at Jeni. “I’ve also been warned your methods are.....controversial at best”
Jeni leaned back. Her fingertips touching in a contemplative look. “Sir, I believe in the interconnectedness of all things in life. You have to understand, especially here where history is overlaid, often psychic interferences can take me on what seems like a non connected tangent, however, cosmically it's most likely important and can help me solve even the most stubborn of cases. For instance, the girl downstairs, she’s been starving herself, in the hopes you see her as a model. But she will never be a model because while she’s pretty, you don’t see that she has that thing that makes people stop in their steps. She will always be just a pretty assistant.”
He gave her an odd look. “Yes, that is correct”
“Now that we have all that cleared up, what’s the scoop” Jeni said lowering her hands to her knees in what looked vaguely like a yoga position. Hannah rolled her eyes, she remembered the one yoga class she had drug Jeni to where Jeni sweated like a prostitute in a place of religious significance and swore up and down that her boobs were literally growing just for the purpose of strangling her in downward dog.
He took a deep breath and then sat behind his desk drinking slowly. “Recently I met a woman. The most amazing woman, beautiful, intelligent, and strong. But the closer we get to our wedding date the more things are going wrong. For instance, just this morning as we were preparing to leave the tire blew out in the driver's car. Last night as I left her at her flat a strange man bumped into me on the street he smelled of garlic and cloves.” Jeni made a face. Hannah’s stomach growled. “He was so odd, it was like he was out of the right time.”
Jeni nodded. “So basically you are cursed” she said emotionlessly.
He looked at her. “Yes” he whispered.
“I’m betting it’s a centuries old kind of thing too right?” Jeni said.
“Yes” He said again.
“Alright. Well we’ll get to the bottom of this.” Jeni stood.
Mr. Sangril looked surprised. “But I haven’t told you everything yet”
“I know enough to get started. Now, take us to food.” Jeni looked like she was done with all nonsense and that the hanger was real.
“Yes, well your driver, Pierre” He started
Jeni stomped over, “Yo! Pete, prendre la cuisine!” Pierre looked annoyed at Jeni. Jeni looked annoyed at Pierre.
Mr Sangril gave Pierre some instructions in French and Pierre nodded.
“OH by the way, I assume you got my email with all the things I will require during this investigation”
“Ah, yes your rider, all those things will be taken care of.” He said. “Your fitting will be at 4 pm”
“Good, good. Come Hannah, I want something with cheese” Jeni nodded to Pierre who rolled his eyes. “Pete prendre au fromage!”
Pierre opened the door and Jeni strutted out wobbling on her heels. They walked to the car and as soon as Jeni was inside she whipped the heels off shoving them in her Mary Poppins style magical bag and put on a pair of flip flops.
“What that hell dude, what is he talking about ‘fitting’?” Hannah said.
“Hold on,” Jeni leaned over the front seat and started to speak in broken French about the importance of really good cheese and wine to Pierre who stoically ignored her. “Good talk Pete” she sat back. “Any how, we’re going to be under cover models. We need to infiltrate every aspect of this guys life.”
“Why so we can first hand be one of the casualties of his curse?” Hannah said irritated thinking Pierre had better have a good cheesery in mind.
“Dude, curses aren't real” Jeni said.
“Neither are psychics” Hannah retorted.
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