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myself in selling the idea
without worrying about the
execution of it. The other
two thank us as well. During
the meeting, they are happy
to agree with what their
supervisor said, to ask a few
factual questions. All three
of them leave the club before
us, declining the owner’s
invitation to the club. They
would have liked to have a
drink but they didn’t have
the time, they should run.
Outside, I have the impression
that the sunlight is brighter
than when we arrived. They
are there: a small gang
around three cars they have
tinkered with, all the doors
are open, French rap blasting
in the background. Ange
asks me if it’s them. They’re
smoking weed that we smell
from here, they laugh, they
don’t look at us. We have to
pass in front of them to get
to my car. I don’t see Rédoine
but I recognize the brown
girl. I make eye contact for a
second with her black eyes,
I find that fire in them again
and I look away. We approach
my car and nothing happens,
their voices are rather happy,
almost singing, as if they
have put themselves into the
music. I unlock my doors from
a distance with my remote
and the warning lights flash.
I ask myself if the girl is the
only one to see me go by.
“By the way, sorry for last
time!”
I turn around, Ange as well.
Rédoine is there: he’s the one
who just spoke. He is wearing
white sweatpants and a
leather jacket. “Turn down
the music please. I don’t want
to bother these gentlemen.”
I recognize the way in which
he addresses his gang. One
of them dives into a car and