“Get some rest. I'll take care of the shopping and dinner. I'll let you know when the food is ready.” Patryk suggested, hoping that Jo wouldn’t want to accompany him in the kitchen. He urgently needed a few moments of solitude to think about a few points.“I will have a nap or just lay down for a few minutes.” She said and went straight to the bedroom.‘Maybe I am wrong with my judgment and she is just really tired.’ Patrick speculated looking at her figure disappearing down the corridor. ‘No. Definitely badass has a dilemma no less than mine. Mike or Matthew, or maybe even Luke White this time. For sure, it isn’t that Julian, that asshole!’ He was speculating.He went into the kitchen, hoping to prepare a meal quickly. Before he started unpacking the big bags, he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out, and as soon as he saw who was calling, he decided not to answer.‘Give me some time, old man, I'm not a miracle worker.’ He thought about silencing his phone.
Jo and Patrick were sitting and enjoying themselves almost till morning; thinking how to outsmart the two old, rotten to the limits of decency, foxes. Furthermore, they watched a few classic movies and listened to music from a couple of old favorite vinyls.They prepared a detailed plan of action, foreseeing most of the scenarios in their opinion.After only a few hours of sleep, they were on their feet, already done with breakfast, ready for a new day and the challenges associated with it. It was still early morning, but they decided to take some action.Although the weather was bad, the sky was completely cloudy and looked like it was going to rain any minute. Thus, they hurried out of the house to run to the nearby gardens of the Jardin des Tuileries.“This is a nice city to live in.” Patrick announced, happily looking around.“Would you like to live here permanently?”“I think so. I am in love with the magical atmosphere and all the greenery among the buildings.”“Do you know that
“Do you still remember my mother?” Patrick asked at one point.“Yes. I have a few memories of her.” "I don’t, at least most of it. As the years pass by, I remember less and less and it scares me." He added after a moment of hesitation.Jo thought for a while. To be honest, she didn’t remember much either; just pictures or snippets of events, sometimes completely out of context. She didn’t know her aunt well as she was also only a kid then.What she remembered more from her childhood was that she had to look after not only her younger sister Lily, but also after Patrick and his younger brother Samuel. Indeed, she understood that they had lost their mother, and their father could not cope with both, the loss of her and the care of two young children, but she was only a little girl back then.She wanted to grow up as quickly as possible to free herself from all ‘these’ obligations. Jo didn't like the feeling of being a big sister at all. She didn't want to tell him about it now, so as
After a quick glance at her phone and the messages, Jo returned to the kitchen. She took out the food ordered by her uncle. There were a few boxes, and the two on top were still very hot. She wondered what was inside this time as she couldn't sense any aroma because she had a runny nose.Jo felt cold as before, even after a hot shower and desperately needed calories, which meant a proper food; best would be proteins this time. She opened one of the hot boxes and it was one of the best surprises she could dream of at that time.She was so happy to see a typical English breakfast. The bacon, sausages, poached egg, black pudding, baked beans, fried tomatoes and mushrooms, and buttered toast.‘Wow! Dear uncle, for once, I got exactly what I needed at this moment!’She didn't feel embarrassed while taking out two huge bottles of green smoothie from the bag.‘With this spread of breakfast, I am able to drink both of them!’ She laughed.“What are you so happy about?” Patrick interrupted her
Unfortunately, not all of Jo’s memories related to aunt Emily were very nice and sweet.What stuck in her mind was that her aunt tried by all means to convince her, a few years old girl then, to play piano and sing, like her little son. Jo didn't like it very much. For several years, she had lessons with her aunt, an outstanding pianist, a great singer and composer, in one. Jo didn't like the classes, as she didn’t feel music at all by then, but she continued the lessons until the tragic death of her aunt. She didn't want to disappoint her parents, who were so proud of her aunt who had recorded many jazz and club songs. Jo didn't protest against the torture she was experiencing behind the piano keyboard with her under her aunt's leadership.Additionally, everyone around her believed that little Jo had a real talent, just like Patrick. Only she didn't feel this gift at all. Maybe she was too small at the time to practice piano exercises and voice emission. Those experiences made her
Jo and Patrick slept until late afternoon. They met in the kitchen.“Are you feeling better now, badass?” Patrick asked as he turned his head in her direction. He was busy at the stove. She noticed the mess around him. It meant dinner was under way.“I am. I really needed a good sleep. What about you, Pat?”“Still have a runny nose, but I am fine.”“Good. So there is a chance that we could go somewhere nice on the weekend.” She had already planned a lovely trip to one of the most famous castles in France and to Normandy. She had even booked the hotels. “But first I need to finish some work. Unfortunately, Luke is expecting some directions and analyses from me.”“No problem. With me being your secretary, I am always available to help so we can rush for the trip.” Patrick agreed for the new adventure out of hand. He could go with her anywhere. It always meant a great time. “Let’s have some food first and we will take care of work later. The dinner is almost ready.”“What did you make?”
“I remember something really besetting me. When I was seven, just before my mother's accident. One night I couldn't sleep and wanted to go down to my parents, but I stopped on the stairs. They were having an argument.” Patrick stopped for a moment to chew his food. He did it very slowly to have time to consider how to put his thoughts into words properly. For a moment he even hesitated if he should tell Jo about it or just keep it to himself.“What happened then?” She saw some hesitance plastered to his face. Jo knew it wasn't so much distrust towards her as doubts about whether he had a real picture of the situation. He had to analyze some of his memories and insights. He was probably trying to put himself in the role of an observer, and not a personal witness of events, to look at everything coldly, without any emotions.“After a concert, my mother had come back home not drunk, but under the influence. My father was furious that she got behind the wheel instead of calling for him
Jo and Patrick spent the next two days mostly catching up with Jo’s work. In the meantime, she was on the phone for hours, talking to Luke about work related issues, mostly on loudspeaker.Patrick had the opportunity to listen to those two. He didn't know the man personally, but from what he heard, he knew that he was an outstanding guy. After what he learned for those two days, he was aware that the two made for an amazing duo.Definitely, Luke was a great guy. He was sure about it. Besides, he and Jo got along very well. He didn't understand how it was possible that she had so many cool guys around, and she was still alone anyway.What they did together was a real mastery of not only public relations, but also advertising. It was a pity they did it publicly. Apparently, somewhere you could find that they were behind the successes of several public figures, but no one associated them with these successes, which was also their great success.Patrick was fascinated with their company.