Becoming a Francophile,
Sarah, a 23 y/o, had a Mid-Western growing up in Omaha, NE, a city little known for other than its Mormon pioneering history and the UP Railroad. It is said that the sidewalks are taken up every evening. The city clearly lacks relevant teen-style excitement partially due to its Mormon heritage. Given her conservative upbringing and the lacking social environment, Sarah focused on her studies in high school with no meaningful relationships, male or female. This mode continued in her college years at Bellevue University, which was 10 miles from her parent's home. Her GPA was a healthy 3.8. Subsequently, her GMAT test scores to pursue graduate studies were extraordinary thereby ensuring acceptance at any major Graduate Business School. However, with her parents being middleclass without the means to pay for her graduate tuition, she required a scholarship to get into a reputable graduate school. Accordingly, she applied for a scholarship at Sanford, University of Chicago, and Harvard. The results were definitive as to what she should do. The first two offered partial scholarships. However, Harvard offered both a full scholarship as well a fellowship to provide assistance to a professor during her 2 years. Those two benefits made it affordable for her to attend Harvard.
Once at Harvard, she was amazed by the assortment of her classmates, both domestic and international. At first she felt uncomfortable with the diversity of personalities and accents given her conservative upbringing. Fortunately for her, she began to fit in when she joined a 'study group', 
as is common in the Business School. Two members of her (4) all-female study group were French and one was a Scott. Over the 2 years of study, their time spent together gradually shifted in priorities. The first year was about studying for the courses. However, in the last half of their second year, with their graduations assured, the 'study time' shifted significantly in discussing their lives in their individual countries. For the Mademoiselles, their comments were primarily about food/wine, Paris, French men, and the French Rivera. The lass limited her thoughts to the beauty of the Highlands and the ease of interaction with the young men of Scotland. ... and beer. For her, being from Omaha, she had few impressive points to make about Mid-America as to romance, food, the arts, men, and the landscape. It was the substantial differences in the scope of the other 3's comments compared to hers that made it clear to Sarah that there was so much missing in her life. Hence, upon graduation, she decided on a European journey before taking a full-time job, which she expected would provide her with little freedom for several years. In short, her Harvard experiences had substantially opened her eyes as to the world; a world that her parents would not understand.
STEP 1: Breakaway
Prior to her forthcoming graduation from Harvard, she made her 2nd major independent decision, with the 1st being that of attending Harvard. That is, she decided to take a trip to Europe, which would be her first trip out of the country. Her Harvard relationships motivated her to venture to several European countries before she accepted a position with one of the prestigious management consultancies. She didn't expect that aspiration could change, but it did as the result of her forthcoming journey.
During the month prior to graduation, she received 2 offers for credit card accounts; American Express and Chase. She signed up for the AMEX offer, which by far was the best. It was an offer for the Platinum card with a waving of the $700 annual fee for the first year. This card provided her the financial freedom she needed until she took a position.
In preparation for the trip, her research focused on the tourist highlights in Western Europe. However, after further comments by her 2 French group-mates, she decided that her trip would include only France, Spain, and Portugal. However, again, as to the forthcoming change in her aspiration of being employed by a renowned management consultancy, she would be modifying her trip to visit France only. Simply stated, through a number, of otherwise insignificant, steps during her trip, she would become a Francophile subconsciously suppressing her Omaha upbringing. In effect, she was liberating herself from what she had been mentally, politically, and socially.
STEP 2: First Tastes
Confident that her expected handsome starting 6-figure income would support her quite well, she flew Delta's Business Class from Boston to Paris in early August. (Delta no longer offered First Class). On the Atlantic crossing she was served a dinner of braised beef short ribs accompanied by Champagne and a bottomless red wine glass. While the meal was excellent, it was the Champagne and the red wine that was extraordinary for her. This consumption was the next step in her conversion from a Midwestern mindset to that of becoming a Francophile. After dinner, she studied a map of Paris until the wine had mellowed her to the point that she leveled her flat bed and fell asleep. She was awaken by the Flight Attendant at 7 am Paris time for breakfast. That simple breakfast was her first taste of croissants that would become one of her favorites pursuits during her time in France. (Note: Croissants, patisseries, and baguettes in France are far superior to those, which are normally available in the U.S.)
and took the airport regional train into the city getting off at Châtelet Les Halles. From there, it was an 8-minute walk to her hotel in La Marais district, Hôtel de la Herse d'Or. The Hotel is rated with 3 stars, but this concept was new to her. She chose the hotel based upon the pictures on its website and its location being near the fine restaurants and boutiques in the arrondissement suggested by her group-mates.
her arrival, she headed out to the neighborhood. It was still too early in Paris for many of the primary restaurants that would not be open for dinner until 8. Upon exiting the hotel she turned left into the first alley that had several brasseries with outdoor seating. She needed caffeine that had supported her late nights of studying at Harvard. She took a table on the patio at the first brasserie. The waiter approached her, and she stumbled through a greeting in French. The waiter then said, "one moment Madame, s'il te plaît" and soon returned with an English menu. It was only 6 pm, but she was still somewhat tired from the 7-hour crossing. When the 
waiter returned, she requested a Café Crème to get her fix of caffeine first. This drink was so unique to her with the layer of crème on top. When the waiter approached her again, she ordered an 'encore'. As she waited for the server to return with her 2nd café crème, she read through the menu. Even with the menu being in English, she was not familiar with many of the offerings. She decided to venture into unknown food offerings. So, she ordered the sweetbreads, a Salade Nicoise, and a croissant. As he turned to place her order, she said, "By the way Monsieur, I would like a vin blanc, s'il te plaît". The waiter knew it was not necessary to ask her which one.
sent a text to you with the address. I promise you Sarah, that this will be the most extraordinary meal for you." She responded, "Merci beaucoup! Claude." He continued, "You have my text number. I would like to hear of your experience at La Gallopin." "You betcha Claude." With that said, she returned to her Salade Nicoise and its plethora of tastes. Just as she was finishing her meal, Claude had paid his la addition, and turned to Sarah, "Bonne soir, and bonne nuit Sarah" She replied, "Merci beaucoup again Claude" without her knowing the difference in those two bonnes. Once finished with her meal, she signaled to the server with her hands 
requesting la addition. She used her AMEX card to pay, leaving a 20% tip not realizing that the tab was service compris.
Once back to the Hotel, she asked the front desk for her room key. At first, she was not totally comfortable with having to leave the room key with the front desk. But, then again, she rather liked that after some thought. She was ready for bed. She changed into her silk teddy (what would her parents think?). She drifted into a sound sleep as she thought about her 'flirting' with Claude.
STEP 4: The New Look
She awoke at 7 in the morning with the sun streaming through the French doors to the balcony. She felt somewhat tired even though she had slept for 10 hours. She first reached for her cell phone to check for texts and emails. Indeed, Claude had provided her with the info for the reservation that night at La Gallopin. Not quite ready to get up, she checked the website for the restaurant. First she looked at the pictures and then the menu noticing that the most expensive dish was Dover Sole in a lemon cream sauce. That would be her selection in that, again, this trip was to experience the 'NEW' everything. Fresh fish is not common to those in the beef country of Omaha.
Like many 1,2,& some 3-star hotels in Paris, she was told to expect a room 'just big enough to change one's mind'. Her room met that description. Once in the shower, she could barely turn around and the water pressure was minimal. Nonetheless, she felt refreshed and ready for her petit déjeuner. She called the front desk and ordered a café créme and the assortment of patisseries including a croissant and fruit preserves. She opened the French doors to the ally and sat at a small table with her laptop to decide on her activities for that day. First, however, she searched for boutiques in the Le Marais district thinking that she needed an outfit that would be appropriate for a stylish French woman. She found a boutique in Le Marais that was only several blocks away. That was to be her first stop for the day. Being on the second floor of the hotel, with the French doors wide open to the street, she changed into her linen outfit from the night before. She noticed the crew of men in green jump suits sweeping down the trash in the streets. She would come to understand that this street cleaning process was throughout Paris in the mornings.
Finishing the croissant and café crème, she was off to buy an outfit she hoped would be fitting for the elegance of La Gallopin. The boutique she had found on the Internet was just 2 blocks away on Rue des Francs Bourgeois, the primary street that splits the primary shopping district of Le Marais. Leaving her room key at the front desk, she arrived at the boutique just as it had opened. She entered saying, "Bonne journée, Madame". With her greeting returned, she attempted the one sentence she had memorized, "Je ne parle pas bien français", thereby indicating that she did not speak good French. That was very clear to Madame in the first 3 words Sarah spoke. The woman shifted to English, "Good morning Madame. How can I help you?" Sarah, with a sigh responded, "Thank goodness you speak English. I am having dinner tonight at La Gallopin, and I want to be appropriately dress." "No problem, Madame." Sarah continued, "Also, I am to be seated in the back room." "Oui! Will you be with someone, or by yourself?" "By myself, Madam." "Well, with that said, I have several dresses that will be most appropriate to gain the maximum attention of all, men and women. Would you like a glass of wine while I pull the outfits I have in mind?" "Aaaahhhh, its a bit early for me ... but Yes!, that would be lovely" "Red or white?" "White, s'il te plaît." Madame's assistant arrived quickly with the wine and spoke briefly with Sarah while waiting for the outfit selections to be presented.
Madame judged Sarah's size and returned with 3 selections. The first was a Bolero style and was a bit too bold for Sarah at first. The next outfit was much more conservative and not to Sarah's interest in experiencing the 'NEW'. The third outfit was quite flirtatious with its open shoulder and middle. It was a deep purple with red notes. With that outfit, Madame also presented a wide brim hat of the same material, with a red hatband. Sarah made an audible 'wow' when that outfit and hat were presented to her. The price was more than that she would have spent in the States, but again this was a unique adventure for her. The sale was made with the unfit to be tailored to Sarah's measurements by 3 that afternoon. Sarah then asked Madame about a salon de coiffure where she could get hair done properly.
By 4, Sarah was courageously coiffed along with a phenomenal outfit for the evening. On her way back to her hotel room, she stopped at a perfumery to find a new scent for her. She entered Fraganote, a famous perfumery from Eze, France and purchased Wild Escape (a sent of citrus and musk). These three small steps of the outfit, hair, and perfume comprised her next step in her transition to becoming a Francophile. Unknown to her, the most significant step was yet to happen that evening.
Back in her hotel room at 5, she took another shower with the sandalwood-scented soap that she had also purchased at Fraganote. By 6:15 she was fully dressed as she walked through the spray of perfume in the air she had made. Her new long and brilliant hair style wonderfully complemented her outfit. She was ready for the evening. There was a full-length mirror by the door, and she stopped and twirled looking at her reflection. She took a picture of herself in the mirror and left the room. The front desk individual for the evening did not recognize her from the day before when she had checked in. It was still light out, and she decided to walk the 10 blocks to the restaurant. Actually, given her new self, she wanted to 'strut her stuff' in this City of Lights.
STEP 5: The First Courmet Experience
She arrived at La Gallopin just after 7. When she entered she introduced herself to the Maître 'd. He immediately recognized her name and graciously introduced himself and welcomed her. "Madame Brown, your table awaits you. Follow me, s'il te plaît." Walking through the front area of the 
restaurants, she was totally charmed by its presentation. However, when she entered the back room she couldn't help but gasp at its eloquence. Being just after 7, neither the front nor back dining rooms had many customers. For French, they didn't normally start their evening meal until 8. When she was directed to her table, there was a bottle of Montrachet being chilled. She tilted her head towards server, as in "What is this." With a slight wink, he stated that, "This bottle is complements of your acquaintance Claude. Enjoy your evening Madame." and he turned and headed back to the entrance of the restaurant. Within minutes a waiter approached her, "Bonne soirée, Madame Brown. My name is Albert, and I am your server for the evening." "Bonne soirée, Albert." "Would you like some water or a drink, or 
just open this fine bottle of Montrachet?' Innocently, she responded?, "What is Montrachet?" He responded proudly, "It is one of the finest Chardonnays from Burgundy. It is far superior to any Chardonnays that you will likely experience across the globe." "I would like a glass of water with ice and then open the Montrachet." "Oui, Madame. I will be right back with your eau avec des glacons, and verre à vin." As he retreated, Sarah took the Montrachet bottle out of the chiller and read the material presented on the front and back labels. Many of the words were meaningless to her. But, they were imbedded in her memory for further research for possible use in future dinner experiences.
Albert returned with the pichet d'eau, a bowl of glacons and 2 verres. He proceeded to open the Montrachet, and then present the cork to Sarah. She didn't respond, and he poured her a sample of the wine for her approval. He nodded to her, and she realized she was to taste it. As she brought the glass to her lips she could sense the richness of the wine's 'nose." She smiled and took her first sip. She immediately said "WOW!" as the complex notes of the butter, fruit, and minerality took her by total surprise. Never before had she experienced such wine. "Madame approves?" "OUI!, This is amazing." Albert filled her glass and presented her with the menu as he returned the bottle to the chiller. "Madame, I will await your signal when you want to order your meal." He returned to his station.
As she sipped her wine, she looked around and took mental notes of the amazing surroundings. She smiled knowing that she had made the right choice for her outfit. She had never felt so privileged and so attractive. She had a fleeting thought, 'Can this be so real? Can I actually fit into this environment; into this society?' When Albert noticed that her glass was nearly empty, he returned to her table to refill her glass. "Does Madame have any questions about the menu?" "She hesitated for a moment as she refocused on the current situation. "Actually Albert, I would like to have the Dover Sole. I don't have that available from where I come in the States." "Très bien, Madame." He then described the accouterments, and she took no exception. She desired no appetizer.
The back room was starting to fill with couples. Albert returned with a basket of crusty bread and a small dish of salt, but no butter. She asked Albert where the WC was. She wanted to display her outfit as she 
maneuvered through the tables to make her way. This was so much not like her in the past. When she returned to her table, the napkin had been refolded. Shortly later, Albert delivered her entrée and refilled her wine glass. The presentation of the fish was artistic. Albert said something in French that she didn't understand.
She was just finishing her entrée, when she sensed a presence on her left. She turned to see Claude. He bent down to her and said softly, "Sarah, are you enjoying your meal?" Startled at first, she patted her lips with her napkin, and said, "Claude, the meal is phenomenal. And thank you so much for the Montrachet, Absolutely amazing." He remained standing, and she then thought to offer him a seat at the table. He bowed slightly, and took the chair opposite of her. "Sarah, you may find equal, but no better cuisine here in Paris." He paused while looking at her, "I must say that your outfit is absolutely stunning. The hat is what you Americans say is so 'chic'." She noted that Claude would always use her name in his comments to her. She purposely did the same when talking with him. His French accent was soothing and very charming. Upon seating, he suddenly, reached across the table to touch her left hand with his. "Permit me Sarah to order the desert that will be like a taste Heaven's clouds for you" She felt a shiver go through her body with his touch. "Oui! Claude, s'il te plaît.
Albert, observing that Claude was seated at Sarah's table, arrived with a glass of Montrachet that was Claude's standard wine there. "Compliments of the house, Monsieur Claude." "Merci beaucoup, Albert. Kindly place an order for ile flottante for Madame, s'il te plaît." "Oui, Monsieur, Claude." When Albert had left, Sarah said, I noticed he addresses you by your first name and not your last name. So, what is your last name Claude?" "Dear Sarah, my last name is Macron. But I suspect your last name is not 'Brown' as you told me." She blushed. "Yes! Monsieur Claude Macron, you are correct. My family name is Lindsey. Please forgive me. This is my first time out of the U.S., and I have been told to be careful of French men." "Who told you that Madame Lindsey" "Actually, it was 2 French women in my studies at Harvard." "Oh really?" He paused and then asked, "Not to be too personal, but I wish to ask a question that may be of interest to you. So, are you a graduate of the Harvard Business School, Sarah?" The wine and the meal had taken away some of her natural timidity. She replied, "Guilty, Monsieur Macron."
STEP 6: A Possible Job
Claude sat back in his chair and motioned to Albert to come to the table. "Albert, along with the ile flottante, kindly bring two glasses of green Chartreuse avec glacons." He then turned to her. "Sarah, I ask you to trust me. First, I will arrange for my driver to take you back to your residence. But, I have ordered the most spectacular liquor for you to sip along with the eloquent taste of air." She looked at him in an inquisitive way. He paused. "As to your Harvard MBA, you may be interested in a position in my company here in France." She finished off her glass of Montrachet and then turned to face him. Her pragmatic Omaha personality clicked in. "Say what? Claude. Do you wish to employ me in France?" "Well, possibly Sarah. I would like to discuss such an opportunity with you given that I now know only of your MBA. My company has such a need, especially with knowledge of the U.S. business environment."
At that point, Albert arrived with the ile flottante and two glasses of Chartreuse. Claude started, "Sarah, first enjoy this desert and liquor, and then we talk further about a possible position for you. That is if you are willing." They clicked their glasses of Chartruese. But, Sarah first took at taste of the ile flotttante and sat back in her chair with total delight. "Mon Dieu! This is amazing Claude. 
Indeed, it is like consuming air, but with a sweet twist." "Yes, Sarah. This desert is heavenly as a simple, sweetened meringue with a crème fraiche sauce. The name translates to 'floating island'" He paused, "Now try the Chartreuse Sarah." She did so, and she had a stark reaction at first in that she was not use to the consumption of any liquor. On her second sip she asked, "Claude, what is this liquor?" "It is a herbal concoction known only to a group of Carthusian Monks in the French Alps. They use 130 herbs in its production, and it is very difficult to get in the U.S. However, there are, what you call, knock-offs. But none that have the complexity and smoothness of Chartreuse." Her third sip went down very smoothly. She consumed the rest of the ile flottante, and then finished off the Chartreuse.
The combination of the entrée, wine, desert, and liquor had relaxed her totally save for her Midwestern discipline. "Claude, to be truthful here, I have so much enjoyed this evening ..... and I wish not discuss your thought about a position this evening. I hope you understand, Claude" "Of course, Sarah. One last point, your evening here is on me. I will contact my driver to be at the front door as you leave." He paused again. "I will send you a text tomorrow to seek an opportunity to meet for lunch to discuss my idea, if that is ok with you." "Claude, you are so kind. Merci beaucoup." With a twisted smile she continued," "Maybe my two French friends were overly cautious" With a smile, he responded simply, "Possibly Sarah." With that said, he called his driver. Then he stood and assisted Sarah with her chair. "Sarah, the car is at the front door. My driver will greet you and take you to your residence. So until tomorrow Sarah." With la Bise being new to Sarah, he kissed her lightly on each cheek. Again the shiver, and she nodded as turned to leave. He watched her departure waiting for her to possibly turn around for one last look at him. She did, and he smiled and nodded to her.
Once delivered to her hotel, the driver came around to open her door. Madame, bonne nuit." "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur." She entered the hotel and got her room key from the front desk. With a bonne nuit from the attendant, she took the elevator to her floor. She opened her room's door and went directly to the French Doors to the outside to open them before she collapsed on the bed.
She quickly fell asleep and did not awake until 9 in the morning. Stripping off her outfit, she headed immediately to the shower. She stood in the shower for a rather long time attempting to remember all that happened the night before. She did recall that Claude was to text her about a lunch to discuss so
me possible position. She shook her head in disbelief that so much had happened. Once she dried and dressed in her linen blouse and slacks, she picked up her iPhone to check for messages. Indeed, there was a text from Claude asking her to meet her at the brasserie, La Terrasse in the Place des Vosges at noon. Excitedly, she responded with "You betcha."
Place des Vosges was only 2 blocks from her hotel and that gave her nearly 3 hours to explore La Marais' shops. With her AMEX card at hand, she was out to fine NEW something(s). She had nothing particular in mind. But first, she was quite hungry and stopped at the same brasserie where she had lunch the day before. Once seated, she picked up the menu and noticed a sandwich called Croque Monsieur. When the waiter arrived, she bravely said "Un Croque Monsieur et Café Créme, s'il te plaît." With her order placed, she checked her email. There were no new emails. She started to think about her lunch with Claude as to what she wanted to say, want she wanted to 
present as to her background. He had mentioned his interest in her U.S. background. But, she really didn't have any deep knowledge of U.S. business operations. Yes, she had a Harvard MBA, but that was all about case studies and learning basic MBA skills. Once her food and café was delivered, she pulled out a small notebook and made notes of key issues she could talk about with Claude. Once again as to French cuisine, she was amazed with the Croque Monsieur, a classic toasted sandwich including a combination of ham, Gruyere, parmesan, and béchamel sauce. With still 2 hours remaining before the lunch date, she indicated to the waiter for a verre de Chardonnay. She thought to herself that she simply needed to relax and not be overly concerned about the forthcoming conversation. In her mind, this luncheon was purely a shot in the dark given that she was most assuredly to be offered a starting position with a major management firm in the U.S. And yet, the possibility of working in Paris was quite intriguing nonetheless, if indeed that what was Claude was suggesting. With that thought and sipping of the Sancerre her mind turned to what it would it be like to work and reside in Paris as an expatriate. Her parents were her only serious connection to the U.S., and she could manage that with visits, either her there and/or them to Paris. With an encore on the Sancerre she was quite relaxed. She started to think about which arrondissement of Paris in which she would want to live, even though she had so little knowledge of the city. She then decided that no matter what came about during the lunch, she would spend the next 3 days exploring Paris before she was scheduled to return to the States.
Her two glasses of Sancerre had minimized any anxiety she had about the forthcoming lunch, the interview. At Harvard before graduation, she had several interviews with possible management consulting firms, and she felt comfortable with handling this next one. Graduating in the top 1/3 of her class, she knew her MBA skills. But then again, this was France in which she was a babe in the woods. It was now 11.45. She paid la addition and headed to Place des Vosges. The brasserie was just inside the Place to her right. Claude was there at a table on the terrace. She said. "Bonne journée, Claude", and again he did la bise. She responded accordingly. Again, she felt a shiver. They both took their seats across from each other. There was already two wine glasses on the table with a carafe of white wine. As he filled both glasses with the wine, Claude started, "Sarah, thank you for meeting with me. I have a serious point to discuss with you. But first, I have taken the liberty to order our lunch. It will be here shortly. So, let's us toast this lunch together." They clicked their glasses and enjoyed the excellent Rhone blanc. She noticed that it was not as complex or luscious as the Montrachet the night before. Sarah took the initiative. "Claude, I am falling in love with this city .... and its cuisine." "Well Sarah, what I have ordered for lunch may be the closing argument for your consideration of what I am asking you to consider." Sarah tilted her head slightly as to understand further. "Sarah, I have a strong need for a dynamic MBA to bring a strategic organization structure and market analysis to my business of providing AI-based business administration tools. I would like your consideration of such a position stationed here in Paris for developing the market in North America initially." He paused waiting for a reaction. There was none. He continued, "That means that you will have significant travel between the U.S. and Paris." Without looking up, Sarah stopped sipping her wine and placed the glass on the table. After a moment, she raised her head and looked directly at Claude. "Wow!, Claude. Am I dreaming here? You are possibly offering me a job in this wonderful city based, I assume, on my Harvard MBA?" "Yes, you are correct. If you are willing, we will discuss the position's responsibilities. Then you can ask your questions and state your interests." "Claude my first thought is again, WOW! I am certainly open to further discussions with you." At that point the server arrived with the food that Claude had ordered for them.
She stared at her plate not recognizing what was in front of her. Claude said, "Sarah this is foie gras de canard 'maison' with compotée d'oignons, and toasts. It is a delicacy of this brasserie. Enjoy Sarah." She first watched how Claude proceeded to spread the foie gras on the toast with the addition of the compotée. She did the same and let out an audible sound of enjoyment as she took her first bite. Claude laughed. She looked at Claude, "You were correct, Claude. This food is a great closing point for my considering your possible position for me." They both laughed. Claude liked how she was casual in her conversation with him. She was so different from that of the pretentious attitudes of the French Madam with whom he normally dealt.
As they enjoyed their lunch, Claude asked about her life in the States, e.g., where she grew up, her travels, and why Harvard? However, he asked nothing about her romances. That would come later if she accepted the position. Sarah spoke openly about her conservative Mid-western upbringing and how she had decided on Harvard given its financial aid. He was definitely attracted to her even more now.
With their meals finished, Claude reached for the carafe of wine and emptied it by filling both of their glasses. "So Sarah, may I present the particulars of what I require in the position you may consider?" "She looked at him directly, "Oui, Claude. As we say in the States, I'm all ears." He smiled at that phrase. He purposely turned off his natural flirtation techniques with women, and continued quite effectively in describing what he was looking for in the position. As he was explaining his points, Sarah sat casually in her chair occasionally sipping the wine. However, her right foot was tapping rapidly as the only sign of her excitement. The server arrived noticing that they were finished with their meal and the empty carafe. He asked if they would like anything else, noting the gelato specials. Sarah declined and so did Claude. Claude asked for la addition.
Suddenly, Claude reached across with his left hand and touched hers. "Sarah, what are your first thoughts or questions as to what I have said?" Again, she felt a shiver with his touch. She paused, "Claude I do have some questions. However, given the seriousness of this possibility, I wish to capture my thoughts and present them to you in the very near future." She paused, "Indeed, what you have said is extremely interesting to me. But, I want to be appropriate in my response for the benefit of both of us." With that said, he redrew his hand. "I totally respect your point. You have my number. Text me when you are ready to talk." He was even more comfortable now with her and her composure. Little did he know that she had already accepted without knowing the details. She was striving for 'newness', for change from her so, so on life. Her initial primary concern he had already addressed. That is, there would be significant travel between the U.S. and Paris. Therefore, she would not be 'abandoning' her parents.
With the luncheon conversation having reached a natural end, she was ready to depart. "Claude, do you have a suggestion as to where I may want to eat tonight?" "I am glad you asked. I was thinking that you might enjoy a very unique dining experience with Chef Macron." She didn't realize what he was suggesting at first. In a moment she said with a smile and a wink, "So, you have other qualities in addition to being a CEO for your company?" Without hesitation, she continued, "At what time would this dinner reservation be?" "My driver will be at your hotel at 7:30." "You Betcha, I accept." "Settled Madame. The dress is as you wish. You only need bring yourself." With that said, she stated, "Claude, I wish to do some shopping in La Marais this afternoon." He stood to take her chair. "Until then Sarah", and she departed with an la bise. "Au revoir Monsieur," "Au revoir Madame." Once she rounded the corner of the brasserie and was on the main street back towards her hotel, she was practically skipping. She decided to visit the boutique shop where she had purchased her outfit for the dinner the previous night.
When she entered the boutique, the owner greeted her. Sarah immediately stated that the outfit she had purchased was wonderful. She then explained that she had dinner that evening with a very handsome monsieur. And, she wanted something, perhaps 2 pieces, of a linen outfit that was loose on her body and slightly revealing of her chest. Madame nodded saying that she knew exactly what she would like. Madame understood that price was not an issue for this American. Again, the assistant brought her a glass of Chardonnay while Sarah waited. Within minutes, Madame presented her with two linen assemblies. The first was of an autumn brown color. The other was a brilliant aubergine. Sarah, without hesitation chose the later and went to the dressing room to try it on. Upon leaving the dressing room, she twirled with excitement in front of the full-length mirror. "This is perfect Madame, but with a few adjustments. Here is my AMEX. Please have it ready by 4." Madame was genuinely impressed with how Sarah looked. "Yes Madame. See you then."
With several hours remaining before she was to pick up her new outfit, she was interested in some 'exotic' jewelry. That is, she wanted something different from the native-American, turquoise jewelry common in her life in Omaha. As she exited the boutique, she only had to go two stores down the rue to find what she desired. The store displayed in its window a wide variety of unusual stones place in rings and necklaces. One necklace in particular caught her eye in that the silver with purple gem that handsomely complimented the outfit she had just purchased. She bought it using her AMEX card. She had not yet considered the tab she was accumulating on AMEX.
Next on her list was to find casual shoes that would work casually with her new outfit for that night. Fortunately, across the street from the jeweler store was a les chaussures that offered the ultimate casual 
style for her linen outfit. In the window, there were various styles of espadrilles with the braided cord between the sole and the upper portion. They were relatively inexpensive, but they expressed her 'freedom' in a style contrary to what she knew before coming to France. She purchased several pairs, and headed to the boutique to pick up her outfit. It was ready, and she returned to her hotel room.
Stopping at the front desk to get her room key, she went to her room with her purchases. Once there, she laid them on the bed to view them as an outfit. She was absolutely thrilled at what she had purchased. For the first time in her life, she found herself fantasying about how the evening would go with Claude having dinner at his place. There was this amazing feeling in her mind that she had never experience before. The shivers that she felt with his touches came to life in her mind.
In a flash, she stripped out of her clothes and headed to the cramped shower with the sandalwood soap she had purchased the day before. She adjusted the showerhead into a pressured stream and let it pulse on her heck and shoulders. She wanted to reduce her anxiety about the forthcoming evening. She was on her own in dealing with these new feelings. She had no true friends with whom she could call to think through her feelings. Finally, she turned the shower off and wrapped herself in a luxurious towel before laying down on the bed to relax herself in her usual personal way. Soon she was in a light sleep.
At 7 her IPhone sounded to waken her. She had a half-hour to prepare for the evening before Claude's driver would be at the hotel to pick her up. Her hair was tangled and she brushed it to give it a relaxed look. Next, she put on her outfit and twirled in front of the mirror to admire herself. The necklace was brilliant. She sprayed the perfume into the air and twirled under it. Finally, she put on the espadrilles and sat on the bed waiting for the call from the front desk that the driver had arrived. The call came within minutes, and she twirled again in mirror before exiting her room. Her prior anxiousness had now changed to excitement. She felt, she knew, that she had never been so attractive. That also meant that she was more confident in herself than ever before in her life.
Once at the front desk, she gave her room key to the clerk, who gave her a look of admiration with a wink. The driver said, " Bonne soirée Madame Sarah, I am Pierre and I am here to take to Monsieur Claude's place." "Bonne soirée, Pierre. I am ready." "This way Madame." He offered her his right arm, and she accepted it to escort her to the Peugeot.
The ride was to the East side of Paris near the Arc De Triomphe that she had not yet seen. Pierre did not speak with her but played Claire de lune in the speakers in the back seat. Driving up the Champs-Elysees in the evening was an impressive view of the society of Paris at night. The lights, the brasseries, the shops, were so bright and the people so lively. It was nothing like what she had experienced in Omaha. (STEP x) In several minutes, Pierre brought the car to a stop in front of a rare Paris single home (PIC)"Madame, we are here" as he exited the driver seat to open her door. He offered his hand to help her from the car, and led her to the front door through the garden. The house sensors indicated to the staff that people were approaching the front door. Hence, when Sarah and Pierre arrived there, an attractive, female, attendant opened the door to welcome them. "Madame Sarah, welcome to Monsieur Macon's residence. Please come in, and I will take you to the library. Monsieur will be down shortly. May I bring you a glass of Montrachet?" Overwhelmed by all of this, Sarah simply said, "Oui! That would be lovely.", :as she followed the young lady to the library.
As she waited for Claude to appear, she began to feel somewhat uncomfortable with the grandeur to which she was just now being introduced. For a moment her mind took a negative tangent as to whether or not what Claude had explained to her what was really appropriate for her. That thought quickly faded as Claude appeared with two filled flutes. "Sarah, I see that Michelle has already brought you a glass that fine Montrachet. However, I suggest you place that aside until dinner and enjoy this fabulous Veuve Clicqout Champagne." With a wink, she "You betcha Boss." Claude laughed and then said, "My-oh-my Sarah, I absolutely love your outfit. I think you are quickly adapting to this Parisian lifestyle." Looking directly into her eyes, he continued, "That color goes so perfectly with your eyes." She blushed slightly. "We now go to the kitchen where I will be preparing our meal." He 
gently took her right hand and led her through several spacious rooms to the kitchen, which was even larger.
They sat at a large rectangular table on high chairs. The opened bottle of Veuve Clicqout was there in a chiller. "First Sarah, a toast to this dinner with you and the hope that this may be the beginning of a great career for you and for the benefit of my company." They clicked their flutes and sipped. Sarah said, "I like that possibility." She paused, and in an amusing, challenging way said, "So!, What is for dinner Chef Macron?" "Well, Madame.", he said with a false haughtiness, "You are to be served with the house's specialty. I have selected both an appetizer and an entrée that is most likely not available to you in Omaha." Responding with a false sense of challenge, "Really? Monsieur. Do your best. As we say in the States, 'the taste of the pudding is in the eating.'" With that they clicked the flutes once again and sipped. Directly, Claude went to the working part of the kitchen. She watched from afar as he pulled out various pans and ceramic dishes with which she was not familiar. As he was preparing the appetizer, he was talking to her about what he was doing. "Sarah, this first course is an individual soufflé with a homard sauce that I have prepared ahead." "Homard, Chef?" "Sorry, that is French for lobster. This Gruyere soufflé will take 22 minutes as I place it in the oven now. Therefore, I suggest as we wait, we finish off the Veuve Clicquot while I address any questions about the position I am offering." He then filled both of their flutes. Sarah started, "Actually, I believe I am satisfied in understanding what I need to know about the position. Therefore, I wish to know more about the genesis of your company, including your background. You know much about me, but I know so little about you." Claude paused. He was even more now impressed with this woman and her straightforwardness. "Good point, that is fair, Sarah." As they sipped their Champagne, he explained his personal and educational background including the wealth of his family that initially supported his venture. Sarah liked the combination of his openness and humility. The timer for the soufflé 
sounded and Claude went to the oven to start the service. The sauce au homard was already warm. As he was handling the soufflés, he asked Sarah to get a bottle of Montrachet out of the wine cooler and bring it to the table. "The Montrachet is on the top shelf on the left." They met back at the table, and Claude handed the wine opener to Sarah. She actually didn't know how to use it initially given the foil on the bottle. He said kindly, "Let me show you Sarah." She blushed slightly. With the wine poured, they began to enjoy the soufflé. The lightness of the soufflé with the lobster sauce was extraordinary for her. Given the Champagne, she was not shy with her consumption finishing before Claude. "Oh my goodness, Claude that was food for the Angels." He laughed. "One won't find the offering of these savory soufflés in any restaurant as an appetizer or entrée. Soufflé offerings are normally sweet for desert." With a genuinely soft smile, she replied, "Merci beaucoup, Chef Macron." "My pleasure, Sarah, I think that the entrée for tonight will take you even deeper into the appreciation of French cuisine.
He returned to the working part of the kitchen to remove a covered cast iron pot from the refrigerator and place it on the Viking stove. He turned the gas burners to a low setting. He then turned to Sarah. Tonight Madame, you are going to have a specialty of French cuisine. I have prepared Blanquette de Veau. It is a stew of veal cooked slowly in a white cream sauce, hence the name. It varies across France based upon the herbs and vegetables that are included. My recipe goes back centuries and has been passed down through the family. You will not find the same anywhere else. While it slowly warms on the stove, we can talk further about the position I am offering, that is if you wish." Feeling somewhat liberated given the Champagne and Montrachet, she was ready to express her thoughts.
She sat back in her chair and took another shallow taste of the Montrachet. "Claude, to be truthful here, I am somewhat conflicted as to what I should do. I so love everything in France that I have experienced. BUT!, I am an American, a Midwestern one at that. You have been most gracious with your hospitality. However, you do not represent the normal French person with the grandeur that you enjoy. Should I take your position, I will not be living like you. I am confident that I will enjoy my lifestyle as to myself. But, I could find myself to be an island in a sea of French." Claude then interrupted her. "Sarah, let me say here that the position and status that I am offering you in my company will ensure you interaction with the type of French folks with whom you will be very comfortable." He paused to give Sarah the opportunity to continue with her thoughts. She didn't. He then continued, "I have a new proposal for you in addition to what I have already stated." She sat up in her chair with the wine glass at the ready. "Sarah, I am willing to offer you a 4-month consulting assignment with no conditions as to your departure. If nothing else, such an engagement will look great on your CV, even if you were to leave after that." For several minutes neither of them said anything. Claude knew that anything else he would say now could dilute his point.
STEP 7: You Betcha
Finally, Sarah sat back in her chair and finished the Montrachet. Looking directly at Claude she said boldly, "Monsieur Claude, I accept that offer." Now slurring her words slightly. "So, when do I get to taste the blanket of veal?" He laughed, "Very soon, Madame." He reached across the table to take her hand in his. "This is très bien." He then stood to go to the stove to stir and serve the veal stew. He returned with the filled bowls and a plate of baguette pieces. Once he sat, he turned to Sarah, "Permit me to say a prayer." He did so in French which what his 
family's standard before the evening meal. "Now Sarah, please enjoy this 'blanket' of veal, as you say. They talked very little as they consumed the stew. Once almost finished with his bowl, he reached for a piece of baguette and used it to take up the remaining cream sauce. This action took her by surprise, and then she did the same. She wiped her lips with a linen serviette followed by a resounding "WOW!"
With another sip of the Montrachet she continued, "Claude, during my little time here in Paris I have already reconsidered my future from that when I graduated from Harvard. You have amended your initial offer with the consultant engagement with your firm. That is an amazing way for me to enter my professional life." She paused, and Claude started. "There are two other advantages to that consulting position. First, your living and travel expenses will be billable to the firm. Second, given that you have just graduated, you will have a €10,000 and $8,000 advancements to get you settled here in Paris. At the end of the 4 months, we will discuss what is appropriate for you at the firm." He paused, "Sarah, I well understand that you are walking into a position without any detail yet. But, the consulting contract will provide you total liberty at anytime to change your mind. To be honest from my standpoint, it also best to bring you in as a consultant in that once one is an employee in a firm, it is very difficult for a company in France to separate ways." He paused again. Believe me, that is not a real reason here in my judgment of you." Well Claude, you have consistently demonstrated excellent judgment on the important things in life including wine, food, restaurants, ... and lifestyle. So I trust your judgment of me." They both laughed.
"Sarah, it has been a wonderful evening sharing with you, both socially and professionally for your initial agreement to accept a consulting contract with my firm. However, you and I have consumed significant quantities of Champagne, Montrachet, and French cuisine. I believe it is best that Pierre takes you back to your hotel at this point. Tomorrow, I will have my assistance draw up a consulting contract, including the terms I just mentioned. So, if you agree, we will meet for dinner at a favorite, petite, restaurant for dinner to go over the details. I suggest that Pierre picks you up at 7:30. It is a very casual atmosphere, so dress as you would like." "You betcha, Claude. I would love that." He then stood and took Sarah by her hand to lead her to the front door. Once there, he said "Bonne nuit, Sarah." "Bonne nuit, Claude," followed by La Bise. Again, she felt an intense shiver with those kisses. Pierre said, "Follow me Madame, s'il te plaît. The car is just outside."
In 15 minutes, she was at her hotel. Pierre came around to open her door and walk her to the front door. "Madame, I will be here at 7:30 tomorrow evening to pick you up for your dinner with Monsieur Claude. Bonne nuit." "Merci beaucoup, Pierre, Bonne nuit." She flowed past the front desk to receive her room key and then directly to the elevator. Once in her room, she opened the French windows to the outside and then sprawled on her bed. She was asleep in minutes.
Sarah awoke at 8 in the morning. She first called the front desk for an order of croissants and café crème. She stripped and was in the shower for a thorough soaking. The sandalwood soap was so soothing for her. As she stood in the refreshing stream, she focused on what had happened the night before. It was like a dream for her that she shook her head several times to accept the reality of what had taken place; so much, so fast. Once out of the shower, she brushed her hair and slipped into her linen outfit to wait for her petit-déjeuner. She took out her pad and started to make notes about what she wanted to make clear in the evening with Claude. One thing she had discussed with her colleagues at Harvard was to not sell herself cheaply. She knew that she could command 6 figures back in the States. But, how did that relate to the cost of living in Paris? But then again, the consultant assignment included her housing and travel expenses. "WOW!", she said out loud. She thought to herself, 'But then again, what difference did the salary really make given this most unusual, fantastical opportunity? Indeed, this position in Paris was the ultimate 'newness' for which she could hope. Additionally, Claude made an excellent point about the 'international' consultant engagement being great for her CV.' Her head was spinning.
She snapped out of her mindset when her order arrived. As she sat by the window enjoying her meal she decided that she needed one more outfit for the evening. This would be her reward for how things were going. The offer of A $5,000 advancement would well cover her AMEX charges for the trip plus the €10,000 advancement with which she would open a checking account in Paris with her arrival there. As she was finishing her second croissant, she picked up a Vogue magazine that was in the room. She flipped through it looking for an idea of the outfit she wanted to purchase for the evening. What instantly caught her eyes was a two-piece cotton outfit with very loose pants that would compliment her height and an off-the-shoulders blouse that was respectfully provocative. She ripped out the page to take to her now-favorite, and only known, boutique.
Her plan for the day was clear. She would first visit the boutique to obtain an outfit, and then to the Latin quarter across the Seine to investigate the neighborhood for possible residence upon formally accepting the consulting assignment. Within an hour, she was out of the hotel and to the boutique. Once again, Madame was there to greet her. " Bonne journée, Madame." "Bonne journée, Madame." "I need to purchase an outfit for dinner tonight during which I have going to receive an offer for consulting. I am very excited about this, and I have a picture of what I might like. That is, if you have something similar." Madame took the picture and turned to her assistant. "Charlotte, please bring out the aubergine two-piece that is in the back room." Charlotte left, and Madame continued. "Madame, I believe what you will see in a moment that which will look exceptional on you, especially given the red highlights in your hair." "You have my interest. And yes, I would appreciate a glass of Chardonnay given that was your next question." They both laughed. Within a few minutes, Sarah was presented with both a glass of Chardonnay and a display of the outfit for her consideration. "Good gracious. I love it." Sarah immediately went to the changing room to try it on. Madame and her assistant could a resounding "WOW!" before Sarah came out to spin before the mirror nearby. "Madame, you have once again come through wonderfully. Sarah didn't even look at the price. She paid and was told that her outfit would be ready by 3. She was off across Pont Neuf to the Left Bank to explore the Latin Quarter and then Musee d'orsay and its exhibition of sculptures and Impressionist paintings.
The Latin Quarter was not what she expected. It was filled with tourist shops and unimpressive food stalls where one would look for a quick meal. However, Musee d'orasy was just a 20-minute walk along the Seine, and it was amazing to her as to the sculptures on the first floor and then the Impressionists on the third floor. She was out of the Musee by 2 and was quite hungry. Just outside there was a crepe vendor, and she had her first savory (fromage and jambon) crepe. It was a gorgeous day and she took the Petit Pont- Cardinal Lustiger back to the boutique to pick up her new outfit. Once in her room, she spread the outfit on the bed. She was absolutely thrilled with her purchase. But, she was also exhausted. The left a wakeup call for 6, and took a well-deserved nap.
At 6 she was awakened by the call from the front desk. At first, she was a bit disoriented, but then she saw the outfit on the other side of the bed. Within minutes, she had stripped and took a long shower as she thought about the points that she wanted to understand, to clarify, as to her likely possible consulting contract. Again, the Sandalwood soap was so refreshing. She made a mental note to obtain more of the soap before returning to the U.S. By 7 she had brushed her hair and dressed in her new outfit. She went to the long mirror by the door and twirled several times. She was so excited for the forthcoming evening with Claude.
STEP 8: Trust
At 7:30 she exited her room and took the elevator to the street level. Pierre was already there. "Bonne soirée, Madame." "Bonne soirée, Pierre." She left her room key with the front desk and Pierre escorted her to the car. Once in the car, Pierre noted that the ride will be relatively brief. Claude had already been there to set up the experience he wanted her to enjoy. Once at Willi's Wine Bar & Bistro, she was surprised that there were no French signage. She told Pierre that she could make her way to the front door. Claude was directly inside sitting at the fashionable bar. She approached him and was welcomed by a warm embrace and La Bis. Again, she felt the shiver, but it was even more intense given the intensity of his welcome. "Bienvenue Sarah to this very charming Bistro. You will find it has a significant British orientation. But fortunately, that point does not apply to the menu and wine offerings. And, Madame, I indeed love your outfit. You have a wonderful taste for fashion in Paris." "Merci Beaucoup, Claude." She did not tell him of the boutique that had been her source for her outfits during her time in Paris.
They first sat at the bar where 2 Kir Royals were waiting. Again, another first taste for Sarah. "Sarah, I decided to have our contract discussions at this bistro. As you will note during the evening, this place is very relaxed compared to typical French restaurants. Plus, I have purchased a surprise for you on our departure." "Hmmm!, Claude you certainly have my attention on several levels." Claude continued, "But, for right now, Sarah tell me about your day." Not mentioning her boutique visit, she explained her visit to the Latin Quarter and her disappointment as to it being a possible location in which to reside. He shook his head in agreement. "Sarah, if you accept the contract, I will provide a list of neighborhoods in Paris that will please you. I promise." With that comment, they clicked their flutes. Without any conscious effort, she reached across and touched Claude's left arm saying, "I trust you Claude in all matters." Claude, with sincerity, replied, "And I you." Again, the shiver.
STEP 9: Contract
Having emptied the flutes, Claude directed the barkeeper to have them seated in the dining area. Once at the table, they received menus in English. Claude immediately ordered a bottle of Cheverny, 2016, which is an extraordinary mixture of Sauvignon Blanc and Chardonnay. He gave Sarah the opportunity to review the English menu, which is purely French cuisine. Claude pointed out that the menu changes daily, but the crispy Guinea Fowl is well-known. it was available that evening. They both ordered the Guinea Fowl. With the wine and food ordered, Claude pulled out the contract from his man-purse common in France. He handed the contract to Sarah stating that, all that he had mentioned before as to compensation and 4-months without restrictions, was included. Then he stated, "Sarah, i will pay for a lawyer of your choice to review before signing. She responded, "Thank you for that ability to have a review by a lawyer. But, you are engaging me based upon my knowledge." She winked at him, "My review will be adequate, I can assure you." She then became a bit more rigid. "If my services for your company prove to be inappropriate, then I will cancel the contract without any charge to your company." She continued with a softer tone as she touched his arm. "Claude, I am an Midwestern American where honor and honesty are my way of life." "Sarah, I understand that of course. I meant no insult." As she took the contract, she replied, "Merci beaucoup, Claude. I will review tonight in my room, and I will respond by 9 tomorrow morning." She paused, "For now, I look forward to our meal at this most charming, and unpretentious bistro." At that point, she looked at the surrounding walls and noticed the continuous mounting of charming posters. "Claude, what with all of these posters?" "Well Sarah, an interesting aspect of this wine bar is the annual design of an unique poster regarding the bistro. Actually, I have purchased one for you for your keepsake, whether or not you accept the contract. It will be delivered to you at the end of the evening here. It reflects what I believe is now happening in your life. If I may be so prophetic, Madame, you are becoming a Francophile. That is, for all the right reasons, you are loving everything that is French in the extraordinary environment of Paris. And, if you accept the contract, there is so much more to France than that which you have experienced in Paris alone." "Claude, I look forward to your present, and I love your prophecy. I certainly cannot disagree with you." At that point the food was delivered. Claude knew better than to continue about the contract since she had made it clear that she would review it latter that evening.
As they were enjoying the entrée, Claude decided to describe some of the other arrondissements of Paris that she may want to explore during her remaining days in Paris. He went on to discuss visiting the gardens of Versailles, as well as renting a car to explore the castles in the Loire Valley. Lastly, he mentioned Monet's garden in Giverny that was only a 25-minute train ride away. At that point she responded with a smile, "Goodness!, Claude. If nothing else, I will need another trip to Paris to enjoy all of that you have mentioned." They both laughed. Claude continued, "Sarah, I can go on and on about France that I know you will enjoy, especially the French Rivera where I own a home in Villefrance sur Mer. I share that residence with my key managers of which you will be one. It is THE most charming village." (NOTE: There are several postings on this blog regarding this village, which is adjacent to Nice. It is my personal favorite place in the Summer.)
Once finished with their meals, the waiter came by anticipating an order for another bottle of wine as well as dessert. Claude quickly responded as to ordering two Hennessy cognacs as well, as a serving of 
Tart Tatin for each. "Sarah, you will love this dessert that I have ordered. It is an upside-down caramelized apple tart exclusive to France. It is our gourmet version of the U.S apple pie. Now, as to the cognac, you best enjoyed via small sips. It is much too strong to drink like wine. At that moment, he noted to the Maître D' to bring the present he had purchased earlier for Sarah. Within moments, Sarah was presented with a long tube wrapped in decorative paper. She turned to Claude with a grin, "Pour moi?" Claude continued, "Sarah, before opening this present, let's toast this contract and your possible acceptance. He then added, "Remember, 
just a small sip at first." They clicked their glasses. Sarah did not do well with her first sip. Claude simply said, "Cognac is an acquired taste, my dear." After a long drink of water, Sarah unwrapped the tube and pulled out and unfurled the contents. It was one of the posters mounted on the wall. "Claude, this is absolutely gorgeous ... and appropriate for me. Merci beaucoup, Monsieur." "Your are very welcome Sarah."
The tart tatins were soon to follow and be consumed by each of them. Somewhat abruptly, Claude stated that it was time for Pierre to take her back to her hotel. What she didn't know was that Claude didn't want to take the evening any further. He wanted her to make the contract decision independent of any further romantic involvement with him. Indeed, he had become increasingly interested in this woman. But, he also needed her capabilities for the company's growth. Romance could come later if she accepted the contract.
Claude signaled for la addition. "Sarah, I await your response to the contract tomorrow. He then stood and assisted her with the chair. She took up the poster and held it close. "Pierre is outside of the front door ready to take you back to your hotel. I need to wait for la addition." At that point, he escorted her to the front door, and then La Bise. This time he sensed her shiver, which excited him as well. Pierre came to meet her and then escort her to the car.
On the short trip back to the hotel, she felt an excitement she had never felt before. It was not due totally as to the contract. That is, she was beginning to deal with her feelings for this most amazing man. She had already decided to accept of the contract. But also, she needed to review the particulars given that it was her nature to be thorough. Once dropped off by Pierre, she got her room key from the front desk. Once in her room, she opened the French doors to the outside and lay on her bed without removing her gorgeous outfit. She was soon asleep.
STEP 10: Transformation
In the morning when she awoke, she felt an urgency to call Claude to tell him of her acceptance of the contract. She still had some residual disbelief that what was happening was too impossible, too magical. She wanted a signed contract NOW to make the offer absolutely real. However, she decided to order her petit-déjeuner and then take a shower before making THE call. She recalled what Claude had said the night before that she was becoming a Francophile. At this point, she could not disagree. Indeed, she was becoming enthralled in French culture, at least as to style and cuisine. Being a Midwestern realist, her next thought was, 'What is next for me by accepting the contract?' She had already proven that she could handle the unknown given her attendance at Harvard and this trip. Would that also mean with that she could deal appropriately with this amazing professional opportunity?
At noon she called Claude. Once he was on the phone, she simply said, "How could I not accept this contract? Claude, you have offered me an exceptional opportunity to start my career ... and in this amazing culture." With a boldness in her voice, she then said, "Monsieur Claude, I accept your offer." He replied just as boldly. "I love your decision. You will thrive with this opportunity. I promise you." He said this with the thought about becoming romantically involved at some point with her, but not initially.
The contract was delivered to her by 4PM by messenger to her hotel. She signed, and now she had 2 days left on her planned trip to explore Paris. There was a note attached to the contract listing several arrondissements for her to possibly visit for consideration for her forthcoming residence. The note concluded with the contact of his personal assistant, Lydia, to assist her in any issues that may come up.
That evening she strolled through La Marsais with comfort in her mind that she had made an appropriate 
decision as to her near future. She then headed towards the Seine to select a restaurant. She crossed over the Seine to Île de la Cité to choose brasserie Le Soleil d'Or with a view of Notre-Dame Cathedral. Once seated outside, she ordered a Sancerre and Coq au Vin. Her mind was rushing with thoughts of what she would be dealing with in making the move to Paris. The most important issue was how to explain to her parents about the move to Paris. As she finished her meal and paid la addition, she decided on being up front with them about her trip, her experiences, and her interest in Claude. The latter point would certainly be a convincing one for her mom. She slept so soundly that night.
In the morning when she woke, she saw the message light on the phone. She called the front desk and was told that a bouquet of flowers had been delivered and would be brought up to her room. The bouquet of fleurs de lys was from Claude with a note saying that he would like to have dinner tonight before she returned to the States. He would have the two checks that were listed in the contract. The note continued that she should call him to set up a time for dinner. That message was the 'icing on the cake' for making the decision to accept the contract. With that, she dressed in her linen outfit and left her room to explore the arrondissements that Claude had suggested. It was not until 1 that she called Claude to set up dinner for that night. The conversation was brief with Claude stating that Pierre would be at her hotel at 8 to pick her up. Claude said that the dinner would be relatively light given her travel to the States the next morning.
She spent the afternoon exploring the Opera Qtr. and Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré. She liked the liveliness in that part of Paris as to the brasseries, shops, and clubs. However, there were no truly residential areas in which she would want to live. With no interest in shopping, she was back to her hotel at 6 to do some packing and take a shower. She decided to stay with her linen outfit, but with a brillant scarf for accent. At 7:30, the front desk called that Pierre was there. With a light spray of her perfume and a twirl in front of the mirror, she exited her room feeling very light-of-foot. She left her key at the front desk and Pierre escorted her to the car. "Bonne soirée, Madame". "Bonne soirée, Pierre. Where are we going tonight?" As he was opening her door he said, "Madame, you are having dinner at one of Monsieur Claude's favorite hideaways. The menu is primary Spanish tapias. BUT, the wine is French." He said with a smile. She smiled in return, "Of course, Pierre."
Once at the restaurant, Pierre opened her door and escorted her to the entrance. In excellent Spanish he said, "Disfrute de su comida, Señora." The head waiter had been told by Claude to expect her, and he led her to a booth where Claude was already seated. "Bonne soirée, Sarah." "Bonne soirée, BOSS." With a La Bis, he assisted her with her chair. As he went around to his chair he touched her left shoulder. He desired that touch and could sense her immediate shiver. 'Hmmmmmm', he thought. "Sarah, given your early travels tomorrow back to the States, I thought that a light meal such as tapas would do well by you." "Thank you for that, and I agree." He continued, "However, before we order, I have the two checks for you. That is, a $8,000 check for your moving expenses and a €10,000 check for your return to open a French checking account." "Merci Beaucoup, Claude." He continued, "So now that the business part is over, let's enjoy this evening together." The waiter arrived with two English menus, and Claude ordered a bottle of Sancerre. Talking to the waiter, "George, we will need several minutes to review the menu." "Oui, Claude."
Claude turned to Sarah. "I have several favorite dishes here that you may enjoy, However, pickout any you would like." With a smile and a wink, she said, "I have found your judgment to always be excellent." The waiter returned with the wine. Claude did not even have to try it since he knew it well. George, please bring the following: Patatas Bravas; Piquillo Peppers; Remojón de Naranja; & Tapas de Setas con Huevo.
Claude continued, "Sarah, I would like to have some thoughts as to your interests and surprises in this short time in Paris." "Well, to start, I believe I was misled about French men by my French friends at Harvard. But, then again, you are a sample of one." He laughed, "Is that your MBA statistics speaking." "You betcha." Then in a teasing way, "I guess I will require some more samples once I am here." He replied with a smile, "You betcha." He really liked her comment. She felt so open with him.
The conversation continued casually without any questioning by him of her personal life in the States. He knew better then to surface any negative feelings she may have in leaving the States. He also knew about her parents, and he purposely mentioned that in her position there would be significant travel out of Paris including the U.S. With the multiple dishes of tapas is served, Sarah took his lead on what to eat when, in case there was a proper sequence. There isn't, but Claude describe each dish for her knowledge. Once all dishes were nearly finished, Claude thought to bring the evening to an end. "Sarah, Pierre will pick you up at your hotel at 7:30 tomorrow morning to take you to CDG for your flight, if you wish." "That would be lovely. Merci beaucouup." "Also, on your return to Paris, he will pick you up at the airport once we know your flight. As a senior member of my management team, you will have access to a number of advantages, including the use of my apartment in Villefrance sur Mer on the Rivera." He paused and placed his hand on her left arm. "I know you are going to absolutely love your life here. I sincerely promise." She smiled. "There is no doubt in my mind. What you are offering me is extraordinary, especially for a Midwestern woman just out of Harvard."
The multiple dishes were quite filling for both of them, and neither of them desired any deserts. Claude signaled to the waiter. Once he arrived, Claude ordered a pour of green Chartreuse for each of them and la addition. With the shots served, he made a toast. "Sarah, I value myself in knowing talent. While I am not positive as to what I need for my company as to strategy in the marketplace, I do believe with you on the team that it will become clear. So! Here is to you and to my company with you onboard." They clicked their glasses. Finishing the Chartreuse, Claude said, "Now, Madame, it is time for you to go back to the hotel aned be ready for Pierre in the morning. He stood and came behind her to handle her chair. She stood and automatically threw her arms around him. "Thank you Claude for everything. I will return in several weeks ready to go." She wanted to be more intimate with her statement, but she held back. Claude again felt her shiver as she embraced him. "Pierre is at the front door Sarah. Safe travels. I await your return." She noticed a tear in his eye as he spun her around towards the front door. Her long hair brushed his face.
In the morning she would be on her return to the States to prepare for an amazing life in Paris.
NEXT: To follow this story in the next several months is the posting: Becoming an Expatriate. That story will address Sarah's move to France given her consultant contract for Claude's company.