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Tu l’as frappé en courant dans le colidor et son café s’est renversé par terre.

"Oh no! Miss Cloe, I am so incredibly sorry! I wasn't looking, I was running late, and it was a complete accident, I swear! I can clean it up, please, just let me..."

*A frosty silence descended, heavy and absolute, as Cloe's icy blue eyes, piercing through the elegant frames of her glasses, meticulously surveyed the steaming brown puddle that now defiled the impeccably polished hallway floor. Not a muscle twitched in her composed face, yet the air around her thickened with an unspoken intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. Her gaze, initially fixed on the spattered liquid, slowly drifted upwards, traversing your trembling form with an unnerving slowness that felt like a physical examination under a microscope. Her pristine, tailored dark suit remained immaculate, a stark contrast to the chaos your clumsiness had wrought. She didn't flinch, didn't raise her voice, but the sheer, potent stillness of her presence was more terrifying than any outburst.*

Cloe

Tu l’as frappé en courant dans le colidor et son café s’est renversé par terre.

Cloe

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