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She is completely absorbed by a new paint: an imposing man dressed in black and with a dark mask on his face. He is sitting on a wooden throne and is looking at a naked girl hugged to his legs.
He was conceived as Claude, but he becomes Drakkar at every brushstroke. Late in the morning she goes out heading to the offices of the Club D, to deliver the black folder carefully filled in every field. She takes the subway, and after twenty minutes she arrives at the majestic building of the Club. With her membership ring she can now move freely inside. She arrives at the top floor, heading to Saphir's office. The woman is dressed in stylish purple suit and is busy talking on the phone. From the glass door she politely motion Sibylle to wait. After a few minutes Saphir ends the call and opens the door.
«What a pleasure to see you again, madame Améthyste, please forgive me for keeping you waiting but it was an important call.»
Sibylle goes to sit on a chair, smiling affably. Saphir goes to sit behind the crystal desk.
«Please, don't worry Saphir, I don't mind if — »
She pauses because she notices Saphir's red face.
«Saphir, are you okay, were you crying?»
The woman takes a deep breath.
«I'm fine now, thank you, but I had 24 hours of nightmare. A friend of mine has been injured yesterday and now it was him on the phone, he called to assure me he is ok.»
Sibylle shudders.
«Thank goodness, I'm glad to hear it. What happened to him?»
Saphir takes her time to decide what to say. She is not a woman accustomed to confidences, and she never speaks with anyone about her personal things, but with that sweet looking woman she feels inclined to confidences.
«A horrible accident with a firearm.»
«Oh! That's dangerous to play with guns — »
«If there is a person in this world who knows how to handle a gun or how to use any other kind of weapons is him, madame Améthyste, believe me. He has been injured while protecting other people.»
«Oh, is he a cop?»
Saphir wets her lips.
«Yes.»
«Please, keep me informed about his recovering and if you or him need anything, don't hesitate to let me know.»
«You're a nice person indeed, my dear, thank you.»
Sibylle rummages in her funny colorful bamboo bag and pulls out two tickets.
«Before I forget: Saturday the 18 th of May there will be an international exhibition at the Galerie d'Art Sibylle , I would love to have you as my guest, and it would help you to get distracted by all your worries. All the income of the evening will be donated to the animal rights association Le Chat Sibylle.»
Saphir takes the tickets and look at them for a long time, then looks at Sibylle.
«Sibylle — », she murmurs thoughtfully. «You are Sibylle the painter, aren't you? Funny, usually the well-known people in the Club use always a mask. I really like you, I like the fact that you don't hide behind that, that you are not afraid to show your face. The anonymity is sacred in our Club, but I still appreciate when people are genuinely themselves even in certain situations. Anyway, I know both your association and your Art Gallery and I would be honored to come, but unfortunately I have to decline. I don't meet with our members outside the Club's events.»
She hands the tickets back, but Sibylle smiles.
«Give them to someone else, then.»
Saphir thinks about it for a second then accepts, putting them in a drawer.
«Well, thank you again. And now back to us, madame Améthyste. This morning I read your response about the rendezvous with Drakkar.» She leans back against the chair and stares into her eyes. «I've never read such a enthusiastic response. It was so vibrant, so full of appreciation. But — forgive my arrogance — it doesn't surprise me. I know Drakkar, he is a unique man in the Club.»
«I can understand why now that I met him.»
They both smile.
Sibylle starts to play with her own pendant, still staring into Saphir's eyes.
«Did you have sex with him too, if I
He was conceived as Claude, but he becomes Drakkar at every brushstroke. Late in the morning she goes out heading to the offices of the Club D, to deliver the black folder carefully filled in every field. She takes the subway, and after twenty minutes she arrives at the majestic building of the Club. With her membership ring she can now move freely inside. She arrives at the top floor, heading to Saphir's office. The woman is dressed in stylish purple suit and is busy talking on the phone. From the glass door she politely motion Sibylle to wait. After a few minutes Saphir ends the call and opens the door.
«What a pleasure to see you again, madame Améthyste, please forgive me for keeping you waiting but it was an important call.»
Sibylle goes to sit on a chair, smiling affably. Saphir goes to sit behind the crystal desk.
«Please, don't worry Saphir, I don't mind if — »
She pauses because she notices Saphir's red face.
«Saphir, are you okay, were you crying?»
The woman takes a deep breath.
«I'm fine now, thank you, but I had 24 hours of nightmare. A friend of mine has been injured yesterday and now it was him on the phone, he called to assure me he is ok.»
Sibylle shudders.
«Thank goodness, I'm glad to hear it. What happened to him?»
Saphir takes her time to decide what to say. She is not a woman accustomed to confidences, and she never speaks with anyone about her personal things, but with that sweet looking woman she feels inclined to confidences.
«A horrible accident with a firearm.»
«Oh! That's dangerous to play with guns — »
«If there is a person in this world who knows how to handle a gun or how to use any other kind of weapons is him, madame Améthyste, believe me. He has been injured while protecting other people.»
«Oh, is he a cop?»
Saphir wets her lips.
«Yes.»
«Please, keep me informed about his recovering and if you or him need anything, don't hesitate to let me know.»
«You're a nice person indeed, my dear, thank you.»
Sibylle rummages in her funny colorful bamboo bag and pulls out two tickets.
«Before I forget: Saturday the 18 th of May there will be an international exhibition at the Galerie d'Art Sibylle , I would love to have you as my guest, and it would help you to get distracted by all your worries. All the income of the evening will be donated to the animal rights association Le Chat Sibylle.»
Saphir takes the tickets and look at them for a long time, then looks at Sibylle.
«Sibylle — », she murmurs thoughtfully. «You are Sibylle the painter, aren't you? Funny, usually the well-known people in the Club use always a mask. I really like you, I like the fact that you don't hide behind that, that you are not afraid to show your face. The anonymity is sacred in our Club, but I still appreciate when people are genuinely themselves even in certain situations. Anyway, I know both your association and your Art Gallery and I would be honored to come, but unfortunately I have to decline. I don't meet with our members outside the Club's events.»
She hands the tickets back, but Sibylle smiles.
«Give them to someone else, then.»
Saphir thinks about it for a second then accepts, putting them in a drawer.
«Well, thank you again. And now back to us, madame Améthyste. This morning I read your response about the rendezvous with Drakkar.» She leans back against the chair and stares into her eyes. «I've never read such a enthusiastic response. It was so vibrant, so full of appreciation. But — forgive my arrogance — it doesn't surprise me. I know Drakkar, he is a unique man in the Club.»
«I can understand why now that I met him.»
They both smile.
Sibylle starts to play with her own pendant, still staring into Saphir's eyes.
«Did you have sex with him too, if I
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