#12813 by Genevieve Tailler
Genevieve always thought it was a tad presumptuous to end meetings like this with a party. It was like patting yourself on the back for a job well done before you even knew if it was a job well done. She was resigned to the fact that this was just how it was and she had to bite her tongue and go with it. Pierre had agreed with her that it was ridiculous but he had made looking like he enjoyed these gatherings so easy. Then again, Pierre had been widely liked by his peers in international cooperation.
Genevieve did not feel like she was that well liked.
She'd basically spent the last two days in a tense deadlock with her counterpart in the Wizardthing while the American tried to mediate. She had no reason to be patting herself on the back for a job well done.
She finished off a glass of champagne and her conversation with some associates and made a beeline for one of the waiters serving hors d'ouvres. She was hungry and ready to drown her feelings of inadequacy and loneliness in stuffed mushrooms and savory shrimp puffs.