Albert rubbed his eyes, tired of looking at the same computer screen for the past three hours. He had been running the numbers for the restaurant to build the budget for the month of November. With the holidays just around the corner, he wanted to be ready for completely ready for them. He loves the holidays. Not because they had any sort of emotional significance to him, but because it was the time when business was booming -not only at L’arc and The Precinct, but at Anaelle, too.
In the year that the restaurant’s been opened, it already has built up a great reputation. Critics were calling it the restaurant of the year and people from over everywhere would come to it just to get a bite of his finest dish. The mutant couldn’t be more proud of the success that the restaurant he had dedicated to his mother has. It really made him happy to finally conquer New York, which was something that he’s been wanting to do since he first moved to the states close to a decade ago.
Letting out a sigh, the Frenchman picked up the phone and dialed the extension to Carl, his assistant manager, telling him to bring him a glass of Scotch. Fast. If he was going to through all the financials of his restaurants by tonight, he was going to need something to keep him going. Scotch did that just greatly. Hanging up the phone, he picked up his reading glasses and went back to the computer. There was a lot to get done and he only weeks to do it.
"Mommy, will Albert like my surprise?"
Peering into a pair of bright blue eyes that matched her own, a smile began to twist on Harlow’s lips as she fiddled with the pink bow keeping Zoe’s light blonde locks out of her eyes. Zoe was taking this visit much better than her mother was; Harlow’s heart was pounding like a bass drum within the cavity of her chest as she stayed lowered to the ground to be eye level with her daughter, balancing her weight on her heels and trying her best to control her now shaking hands. It had been a few months since she had saw Albert last and while the two had remained on in touch, she still couldn’t help but get butterflies in her stomach whenever she traveled to New York to visit him.
”I bet he’s going to love it.” She replied, tapping the young girl’s nose with the pad of her finger and laughed softly. Harlow slowly got back to her feet, placing a hand on the doorknob and perked a brow while gazing down at Zoe. “Ready, Roo?” The little blonde nodded, clutching the silver colored gift bag in her small hands and as Harlow pushed the door open, Zoe shyly slinked into the Frenchmen’s office.
Harlow kept the door slightly cracked to hidden from view, giving Zoe her moment to shine as she tottered across the office closer and closer to Albert before she finally pushed the door open wide enough to expose herself. She felt her heart catch in her throat the moment her eyes settled on him, perched in his large leather chair behind his desk, face worn from countless hours of work no doubt. Zoe stood beside his chair with a toothy smile, holding the gift bag up for him to see and let out a warmhearted giggle of joy. “Hope we aren’t interrupting anything too important.” Harlow murmured quietly, color flooding her cheeks as she stepped further into his office.