Lord, the French are weird, thought Teller. The statement was simple enough, but he had no idea how to read Renard. He decided to take it at face value, hoping for the best. "I'm very glad to hear it. I was hoping to get a contract with her studio."
Renard smiled again and shrugged in a knowing way. Valerie entered the room, her evening dress elegant, exposing her soft shoulders. Renard extinguished his cigarette and passed Teller out of the room. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get one," he whispered lightly.