N'ayant pas que ?a ? faire, je ne passais pas tout mon temps ? ?couter les conversations et lire les ?changes de courriers. Et surtout, en respect des...r?gles je ne lisais rien qui ?tait indiqu? "personnel" dans le sujet. De temps en temps, entre deux r?unions, je piochais un ou deux messages que je lisais, ou j'?coutais une conversation au hasard.L'histoire que je vais vous raconter c'est pass? il y a un peu plus d'un an. Je n'employais alors que trois personnes : un comptable ind?pendant,. They stood by patiently as the gate moved up slowly and noisily, more flickering lights coming on as the obstruction moved upwards. Beyond the gate, the interior took on an even dirtier, unused feel than the rest of the building. Numerous crates, containers, pallets and other paraphernalia lie strewn about in various states of disrepair. The floor, cold, hard, and made of smooth concrete, was covered in an uneven layer of dust. The duo moved inside, cautiously winding their way past the large. "If you think I'm going to let men who beat their wives know what we do, you're insane," she hissed."And if you think I'm going to subscribe to the same sort of management as my predecessor, so are you," I returned. "Open your books and tell me the specific procedures that you use and the specific programs that you offer and, if they are state-sanctioned, I might be willing to help you. As it is, I won't."Needless to say the woman continued to maintain that secrecy was of the utmost importance. This movement was accompanied by killing glances at Mademoiselle Danglars, and by sighs launched in the same direction. Mademoiselle Danglars was still the same--cold, beautiful, and satirical. Not one of these glances, nor one sigh, was lost on her; they might have been said to fall on the shield of Minerva, which some philosophers assert protected sometimes the breast of Sappho. Eugenie bowed coldly to the count, and availed herself of the first moment when the conversation became earnest to.