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[jaques-jj]

As Jemma started speaking Jaques grin grew wide again. Not necessarily because the idea of Jemma being beheaded was good - but it gave him an idea of who his anonymous sender may be.

“aah, I see. You are very dedicated to the anonymity of your clients…” He flicked the small box shut gently, “I think he would appreciate that.”

Jaques then tucked away the box into the pocket of his dressing gown and took the pencil and tablet from Jemma. He spoke as he signed;

“Its a shame you can’t stay for longer, I would have invited you inside for a drink. Some other time, maybe?” He handed back the signed form and pencil.

“I hope you and your friends enjoy your stay at the grand budapest. It truly is a wonderful place.”

Jemma slowly approaches a small wooden house, taking measured long steps and looking at the ground; the snow creaked sullenly under her patent leather boots as they confidently pressed new footprints into the long-trodden path. The small box hiding in her inner coat pocket reminded her of the given task — why she had come here in the first place.

Her path stopped at the threshold of the house. After a fleeting glance around, she raised her gloved hand and beat a light rhythm against the dilapidated door in front of her.

"Hello?" she announced her arrival. "Is anyone at home?"

Her delicate knock and greeting words are met in response not with any voice, but instead a slight ruckus inside the house - heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and a brief silence, followed then by the shuffling of more delicate footsteps.

The door opened just a crack, an eye peering out at her suspiciously for a moment. However, it quickly blinked in recognition, and the door opened wider. "aah, Jemma! Bonjour!" Jaques greeted her with enthusiasm, despite clearly not expecting her arrival. He was wearing a dressing gown that was clearly a few sizes too big, and worn brown slippers.

"What brings you out here, mon amie?"

[jaques-jj]

Jaques eyes widened as he stared at the piece of jewellery in disbelief - completely entranced by its intricate details and almost entirely unbothered by the fact that Jemma had let her childish curiosity get the best of her before delivering it to him.

After a silent moment he brought one hand up to adjust his glasses - as though he wasn't seeing it properly, "My goodness..." He muttered, a grin spreading across his face. He bounced up and down like a giddy child for a moment, before falling still again and bringing the brooch close to his face to further examine it. His grin faltered.

"Are you sure you can't tell me who sent this?" He asked, glancing at Jemma and furrowing his brow. "I mean, such an expensive and...thoughtful gift, how can I thank - or repay - whoever gave me this if I don't know who they are?" He looked back down at it, running a thumb gently over its ornate surface.

Jemma slowly approaches a small wooden house, taking measured long steps and looking at the ground; the snow creaked sullenly under her patent leather boots as they confidently pressed new footprints into the long-trodden path. The small box hiding in her inner coat pocket reminded her of the given task — why she had come here in the first place.

Her path stopped at the threshold of the house. After a fleeting glance around, she raised her gloved hand and beat a light rhythm against the dilapidated door in front of her.

"Hello?" she announced her arrival. "Is anyone at home?"

Her delicate knock and greeting words are met in response not with any voice, but instead a slight ruckus inside the house - heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and a brief silence, followed then by the shuffling of more delicate footsteps.

The door opened just a crack, an eye peering out at her suspiciously for a moment. However, it quickly blinked in recognition, and the door opened wider. "aah, Jemma! Bonjour!" Jaques greeted her with enthusiasm, despite clearly not expecting her arrival. He was wearing a dressing gown that was clearly a few sizes too big, and worn brown slippers.

"What brings you out here, mon amie?"

[jaques-jj]

Jaques blinked at her slowly, an unbothered response her sudden nervousness and change in demeanour - it was not unusual for people to have the same reaction at the mention of his partner.

“Of course, perhaps I need some fresh air, anyway” He laughed softly and smiled, stepping to join her outside, closing the door behind him.

He folded his arms across his chest, shuddering in the suddenly cold air.

“So you have something for me?”

Jemma slowly approaches a small wooden house, taking measured long steps and looking at the ground; the snow creaked sullenly under her patent leather boots as they confidently pressed new footprints into the long-trodden path. The small box hiding in her inner coat pocket reminded her of the given task — why she had come here in the first place.

Her path stopped at the threshold of the house. After a fleeting glance around, she raised her gloved hand and beat a light rhythm against the dilapidated door in front of her.

"Hello?" she announced her arrival. "Is anyone at home?"

Her delicate knock and greeting words are met in response not with any voice, but instead a slight ruckus inside the house - heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and a brief silence, followed then by the shuffling of more delicate footsteps.

The door opened just a crack, an eye peering out at her suspiciously for a moment. However, it quickly blinked in recognition, and the door opened wider. "aah, Jemma! Bonjour!" Jaques greeted her with enthusiasm, despite clearly not expecting her arrival. He was wearing a dressing gown that was clearly a few sizes too big, and worn brown slippers.

"What brings you out here, mon amie?"

[jaques-jj]

Jaques waved off her apology for disturbing him nonchalantly and then at her request to enter glanced over his shoulder briefly into his house - wincing slightly as he did so.

“uh, yes. Of course, of course, just don’t mind the mess. As you can probably tell we weren’t expecting any guests today.” He stepped aside to grant her entry to his home,

“If you need Jopi, as well, I will go get him. He’s gone to his room.”

Jemma slowly approaches a small wooden house, taking measured long steps and looking at the ground; the snow creaked sullenly under her patent leather boots as they confidently pressed new footprints into the long-trodden path. The small box hiding in her inner coat pocket reminded her of the given task — why she had come here in the first place.

Her path stopped at the threshold of the house. After a fleeting glance around, she raised her gloved hand and beat a light rhythm against the dilapidated door in front of her.

"Hello?" she announced her arrival. "Is anyone at home?"

Her delicate knock and greeting words are met in response not with any voice, but instead a slight ruckus inside the house - heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and a brief silence, followed then by the shuffling of more delicate footsteps.

The door opened just a crack, an eye peering out at her suspiciously for a moment. However, it quickly blinked in recognition, and the door opened wider. "aah, Jemma! Bonjour!" Jaques greeted her with enthusiasm, despite clearly not expecting her arrival. He was wearing a dressing gown that was clearly a few sizes too big, and worn brown slippers.

"What brings you out here, mon amie?"

[jaques-jj]

Jemma slowly approaches a small wooden house, taking measured long steps and looking at the ground; the snow creaked sullenly under her patent leather boots as they confidently pressed new footprints into the long-trodden path. The small box hiding in her inner coat pocket reminded her of the given task — why she had come here in the first place.

Her path stopped at the threshold of the house. After a fleeting glance around, she raised her gloved hand and beat a light rhythm against the dilapidated door in front of her.

"Hello?" she announced her arrival. "Is anyone at home?"

Her delicate knock and greeting words are met in response not with any voice, but instead a slight ruckus inside the house - heavy footsteps, a door slamming, and a brief silence, followed then by the shuffling of more delicate footsteps.

The door opened just a crack, an eye peering out at her suspiciously for a moment. However, it quickly blinked in recognition, and the door opened wider. "aah, Jemma! Bonjour!" Jaques greeted her with enthusiasm, despite clearly not expecting her arrival. He was wearing a dressing gown that was clearly a few sizes too big, and worn brown slippers.

"What brings you out here, mon amie?"

[jaques-jj]

Dear Jaques,

If you can arrange a quick getaway from that ominous Jopling. Please do not whatsoever make it a clarification to him that I said this.

Would you find it in your heart to head down to Lutzes 'Brews and Bean' coffee shop?

Awaiting your response - Serge X.

A small note barely the size of a thumb slipped in between

To my friend Serge, I'm sure I can find some time away from my dearest Jopi to meet up with you, if you provide me with a date and time you are free of course.

As for me making a clarification to him of your offer - I may not need to. He has his way of finding out things that he wants to, and doesn't appreciate secrets.

I will try my best to uphold your wishes, however, and won't name you to him.

yours truly, Jaques.

[jaques-jj]

To Jaques,

Throughout my time serving in the army, I have heard countless wonderful words of you from my good friend who I’m sure you already know. I hope that we can become acquaintances in the future. 

From, fsxmoxjy

Monsieur fsxmoxjy, I must say your letter brought a smile to my face. It is funny of you to assume I should know who has been discussing with you about me, as I am unsure many things about you and who you find yourself acquainted with.

Nonetheless I am flattered, recognising that a talented author such as yourself thinks of me fondly truly is a nice thought - not many people take kindly to me nor my partner. I hope as well as you do that we keep this open line of communication, and perhaps one day will become close enough to consider each other acquaintances and perhaps further as friends. Perhaps I shall write to you again soon. Yours truly, Jaques.

[jaques-jj]

A short introduction to Monsieur Jaques,

Previously licenced attorney, possessing a degree in law [criminal defence], Now working with a Monsieur J.G. Jopling (@mista-whiskas-im-sorry), a private inquiry agent.

I handle private business inquiries, my inbox is open to any of these! as well as any personal questions or letters.

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