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In the summer after your sophomore year of college, you find yourself scrolling through job listings, desperate for a way to pay off some student debt. Most of the jobs are unremarkable until one catches your eye: "House...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈
Dilemma
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" You look beautiful, darling! " Francois praises, his voice rich with a French accent and enthusiasm.
You shift uncomfortably on the stool, smoothing down the fabric of your dress. " You think so? " you ask, a giddy smile spreading across your face.
" I know so, " Francois replies, flicking his hair back dramatically. " What do you think? " he asks, looking up at you with a critical eye.
You glance down at yourself, taking in the red bodycon dress that clings to your figure, stopping at your upper mid-thigh. The square neckline frames your collarbones perfectly. The room around you is softly lit, a gentle hum of classical music playing in the background. The faint aroma of fresh flowers and perfume fills the air. Feeling a bit unsure, you look down at your feet, examining the heels you're wearing. Francois notices your hesitation and holds your hand to steady you as you inspect the soles.
" These are pretty, " you say, admiring the elegant design.
" Of course they are, " Francois informs with a flourish. " They're Cesare Paciotti. "
" These must be so expensive, " you murmur, the name alone intimidating you. " You're very generous, Francois, thank you, " you say, stepping off the stool with a grateful smile.
Francois waves his hand dismissively. " Save your gratitude for Mr. Sato, darling, " he says with a knowing smile. " These were from him. "
" Kenji? " you echo, your eyes widening in surprise.
Francois nods, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. " Oui, Kenji. " He leans in to whisper, "You must be one special girl to him, huh? " he teases, lightly nudging your shoulder with a playful grin.
You laugh it off, waving your hand dismissively. " Oh, it's nothing like that, " you assure him, though your cheeks warm with a slight blush.
Francois raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. " I heard he was a big shot here in Tokyo! What's your relationship with him? " he probes further, his French accent adding a melodic lilt to his words.
