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"So you share my last name, huh?" The manager shook her hand, motioning for her to take a seat. "We're going to need a way to tell us apart."
Renard pushed back in her seat, rather surprised by the casual approach to the conversation. "I...honestly don't know. I don't even know if I'll be here long enough to need a way to tell us apart."
"Are you kidding me? You're the captain of the best team in France, of course you've got to be here. I watched your games. You were pretty amazing."
If Renard's conscience sighed with relief, nobody needed to know about it. "If you say so.”
“It’s obvious.” He leaned back in his seat, stroking his chin in thought. “Maybe you can call me Herve? I mean, sure, you’re much younger than me, but what other choice do we have?”
“ D’accord …Herve.”
Herve Renard nodded, extending his hand across the desk. “For a great relationship and a potential World Cup.”
Renard hesitated, alternating between opening her hands and squeezing them into fists. Eventually, she tentatively extended her right hand and shook her new manager’s hand. “Indeed.”
It was official. He was Renard Le Chef, and Renard would remain herself. It made things a lot easier.