Oh la la!
Muriel acts as if I’ve already been working for her for hundreds of years. She thinks I’m all clued up.
She drags me around in the office and tells me about what we’re going to do to bring our company to the top and how my work is essential for making us the newest, funkiest brand on the market.
“But we need money, Lynn. Lots of money. And you’re going to help me get it.”
She laughs.
I laugh along, without knowing exactly why.
“You will talk to them. Once they realize we’ve got somebody like you on board, they will give me all the money I need. Imagine, a Blanchett working at Muriel B! Won’t they buy into that, huh? Nicolas?”
“Mmm…” That’s what Nicolas thinks about me.
I am just very “Mmm.”
Back home, I imagined Muriel B to be a mature woman, elegant, well traveled, drinking champagne like I drink water. Somehow, I imagined her like Roxanne Green.
And look what I get.
A teenager with tribal tattoos and delusions of grandeur. She doesn’t drink champagne. Instead, she opens one can of sugar-free Red Bull after the next and never misses an occasion to burp. Her hair has been fashioned into a set of well-defined short black spikes. She looks very sexy but at the same time very dangerous and free spirited.
“That’s my office. That’s the only place where I can get some peace. You like it?”
Her office is a large room, very bright, with high windows and ceiling. It’s amazing. It’s stripped of any furniture but for a low floor table, on top of which is a streamlined portable computer, some documents and a few electronic gizmos. Behind the table is a huge Buddha statue, suspended against the wall. His eyes are closed and he holds up his hands, pointing to Nirvana.
“It’s very…Zen. I love it.”
There are no chairs. She sits on the wooden floor, in front of the table, and invites us to join her.
“We need to talk to Him, Nicolas. Get Him on the phone.”
Nicolas looks at his watch. “Catherine has arranged a phone conference. It starts in only five minutes.”
“Did you explain to Lynn what’s going on?”
“Well, we need to talk to the bank now and, er, we…Maybe Lynn doesn’t need to know everything right now, Muriel.”
Muriel shakes her head. “You didn’t tell her, did you?”
Tell me what?
Nicolas sighs. “We’re broke, Lynn.”
“And you are our last hope,” Muriel explains.
Me? But…I don’t have any money! Alarm bells sound in my head.
“Bonjour! Muriel? Tu m’entends?”
A voice has just come out of a weird triangular black object in the center of the table.
“Pierre?” Muriel asks. “Can we make this conversation in English, because we have Lynn Blanchett from New York with us.”
“Pas de problème, I mean, yes, Muriel.”
She presses a button on the gizmo.
“Pierre can’t hear us now. Pierre is the financial manager of Crédit de la Cité.”
“It’s our bank,” Nicolas explains.
“It’s my father’s bank. I mean, my father owns the bank and every cent in it,” Muriel clarifies.
“We’ve asked them for a lot of money,” Nicolas whispers even though the phone is on mute.
“And you are going to help us get it.” Muriel releases the button and I feel like I am falling into a bottomless hole.
“Muriel?”
“We’re back, Pierre. Sorry, we had to go to another conference room.”
She presses the silence button again.
“Ah! And, by the way, Pierre is my brother, and we can’t stand each other.”
Brother? But…he speaks with a French accent.
“I heard that, Muriel,” the triangle says. “Ha ha ha! Don’t listen to her, we love each other. Who is with you?”
“Nicolas Bouchez, Lynn and me. Lynn is our new recruit and she is a major asset for the company. She’s Jodie Blanchett’s daughter, you know!”
I am money in the bank.
“Hi, Lynn. Nice talking to you. So go for it, Muriel. Pitch me, because here, we’re not very happy with the last business plan you have sent in. It’s very…em…naïf…questionable.”
“Well…I believe Lynn would be the best person to talk to. She has lots of brilliants ideas! Lots! She’s…you know…has all those brilliant ideas about…new business strategies, exactly.” Muriel turns to me and rolls her hand to invite me to speak to the triangle. “Lynn?”
Who are these people? What do they want from me? I don’t know anything about their business strategies! So what does she want me to say?
“Lynn?” the triangle asks. “Can you hear me? I can’t hear you. I think we’ve been disconnected!”
Muriel points at the triangle. I need to talk to the triangle and say something brilliant to convince it to spit out millions of euros. So I bend over the gizmo and mutter, “Bonjour, Pierre. It’s nice talking to you, too.”
There is a silence on the other end of the line. Apparently I need to say more. But I have no idea what I should say to the triangle and the silence only becomes heavier.
“Muriel?” Pierre snaps and cuts me from the conversation.
Muriel gives me a dark look, as if I have just missed an obvious opportunity.
“Yes, Pierre.”
“Georges from Finance is sitting here with me. He went through your accounts. You’re spending too much, and we can’t see you making any sort of income in the near future.”
“Building a name takes courage, Pierre. You know…it takes balls. And Lynn Blanchett will help us now. I’ll forward her CV. She is quite amazing.”
“Yeah, do that. Send me her CV and my people will check her out.”
Check me out? Oh, God!
“Pierre. I need the money. You know it. We’ve come too far to stop now.”
“We all need money. Listen, I’ve got to go and…Well, it was nice to talk to you, Lynn. I’m, er, a big admirer of your mother.”
They start to speak in French. I just listen to the melody and keep nodding.
I can feel cold sweat running along my spine. Check my CV? What CV? Nobody ever asked me for a CV. Jodie didn’t mention any CV! She just said, “Try to look like you know what you’re doing,” or something like that.
Muriel presses a button on the triangle and it dies.
She looks at Nicolas and shakes her head. Then she looks at me.
“So, that’s all you had to say to him? Thank you for your help, Lynn.”
“Lynn might need more preparation.” Nicolas comes to my rescue again.
“Preparation! We have no time for preparation! We are broke, Nicolas! Broke!”
“I know. But we’ll find solutions. We always do.” He looks confident and calm but in a super-sexy kind of way.
She