"I need to make a call," she says decisively, heading toward her desk and picking up the phone. Her index finger hovers over the speed dial button with Cyrille's name. "Is there anything else?" she barks at us out of nowhere, signaling us to leave her office.
Confused, we turn to leave.
"Why isn't she saying anything?" Aurora whispers to me. "Is she on our side or against us?"
"I have no idea," I reply, feeling exhausted, and hold the door open for her.
We step out, and I close the door behind us.
"Cyrille, Marie Durand here," the boss's muffled voice says in French. I immediately freeze in place. "We have a problem," her strained sigh doesn't bode well.
I press my ear against the still-open door, and Aurora clings to me. Madame Durand succinctly explains what we just discussed. Then silence ensues. Only the faint creaking of her desk chair is audible. Nothing else.
I wonder what Cyrille is saying right now.
"I know," the boss responds with clenched teeth. "But do we really need them that urgently?"
She seems to be waiting for his answer. My heart pounds hard against my chest, and Aurora reaches for my hand. Our sponsorneeds to be on our side; then Madame Durand will see it the same way.
She grumbles irritably several times. "As you wish," she finally says. "They can stay. But if this goes wrong, I won't take any responsibility."
Thank God.
We look at each other, and I can see in Aurora's expression the weight that has just been lifted from her. However, I know for certain that it's nowhere near as heavy as mine.
