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[centre][color=99afcc]Location: A café somewhere in central Paris[/color][/centre]

The French coffee was just like she remembered it to be: extraordinarily bland. It had been that way in every café she had visited. Sometimes it seemed as if the only drink the French could make was a glass of wine. Alas,  she couldn’t drinking wine all day, no matter how much she’d like to. Thus, coffee would have to serve as a very poor alternative. This was her last and only day in the city itself, anyway. She hoped her destination had consumptions of… a better quality than what she was served here. It would be a crying shame if the illustrious Lucifer Van Bonaparte did not even know what a good cup of coffee was.

She looked over her invitation once more, then sighed. [color=99afcc] “A lie.”[/color] She muttered. [color=99afcc]“He must be lying.”[/color] She could think of no other alternative.  That didn’t change that this entire letter was in incredibly bad taste. It was obvious that Bonaparte had access to a great amount of resources, but why invest those into looking into her?  Truly, the information that was included in the letter surpassed something you could simply find with a  simple internet search. But then again, surely Bonaparte wouldn’t have trouble hiring a private investigator or two. But why would he? Was invading the privacy of others and inviting them to his gatherings the billionaire’s idea of a good time? But what other explanation was there? 

Nevertheless, there was no reason for her to not accept his offer. What did she get out of it? An all-inclusive trip to Paris and a chance to meet a mysterious celebrity and stay at his mansion for, if the letter was to be believed, a few months. All in all, that was still a very interesting proposal. Even if her [i]ultimate wish[/i]  was not going to be fulfilled, there was so much else she could get out of becoming a little buddy-buddy with good sir Bonaparte. 

Olivia was a medical researcher, and a pretty good one at that. Nevertheless, a scientist never had enough funding. There was always more to research, more to uncover. It wasn’t hard to see for Olivia why this meeting could end up extremely beneficial even if the part about their greatest wishes being fulfilled was an obvious lie. It wasn’t hard to imagine that Bonaparte could be willing to do a little bit of Philanthropy and donate a few millions to curing some very rare and deadly diseases.   That would make Olivia’s time spent in this city more than worthwhile. 

Olivia leaned back into her chair and sighed. She shouldn’t get her hopes up yet. If Bonaparte was the type to play pranks on people, she shouldn’t expect too much. Her inner skeptic had been working overtime ever since she received that letter.  She turned her head and looked out of the window that showed her central Paris’ bustling streets.  

Perhaps a break was in good order.

She quickly paid for the coffee and returned to the streets of Paris. She had no idea what was going to happen, and sitting around wondering was not going to change that. What she did know was that wasting the opportunity to entertain herself in Paris was a crying shame.  Casting her doubts aside, it was time to bring a visit to the Champs Elysées before heading towards that damned estate.