Inside Leadership

[Venkman]

Planet New Paris
Ile du Palais
Ile de France Shipping HQ

It is 10 AM Standard Paris Time, Fernand has just finished his second cup of coffee. To him, coffee is more like a ritual that it is anything else. Although many people fancy their coffee with a good cigarette, smoking in Fernand's office wasn't allowed. Mélanie - Fernand's secretary, is required to ready the reports from the previous day and place the pad on Fernand's desk each morning before he arrives at his office. It is known that Fernand never shows up to his office before 8AM. Once he does, he has his coffee at 08:02 while he systematically inspects the reports his secretary left his on his table.

The time is 10:30 AM SPT, the secretary has notified Fernand that Mademoiselle Augustopolou has entered the building. Très bien, when she gets to the hall offer her a seat and let her in my office after two minutes, I have to make a quick call. Fernand has never officially met Mademoiselle Augostopolou, but has heard about her and where she comes from, which was mainly the reason why this meeting was set up. The current state of Ile de France Shipping requires Fernand to act quickly and decisively as every passing day is crucial for the company's existence.

... oui, oui the food will reach Metz in time... no I don't care she's pissed... she can be a Marshal of Gallia for all I care, tell her that our transports never fail... never. The sound of doors opening can be heard, Mademoiselle Augostopolou has entered Fernand's office without him realizing. She slowly approaches Fernands desk and gazes at the big screen with stock data on it. She doesn't want to interrupt Fernand's conversation.

Fernand ends the call and turns towards his desk realizing that Mélanie let Lydia in. Oh... pardon Mademoiselle Augostopolou I didn't hear you walking it, did Mélanie... ah nevermind. Bonjour and welcome, I am Fernand Dimont, please take a seat. You have to excuse my rudeness, a Seigneur of Lorraine is "crying" about the situation on Metz, like I don't know that they need food. And on top of all that, I have this guy constantly being in my hair about our transports not carrying enough food. It's like they forgot who IDF is, ugh! We're working day and night and it's still not enough.

Mademoiselle Augostopolou... Dia, can I call you Dia? What can Mélanie get you? Wine, coffee...? Let's get comfortable, then we'll talk business. Fernand went back to his chair, he put his phone on the desk and pressed his secretary button while he waited for Dia's order.