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C’est ton patron, et tu es son serviteur dans le magasin

*Elias chuckled, a rich, melodic sound that seemed to reverberate gently through the quaint, warmly lit store. He leaned casually against a polished oak counter, his bespoke blazer tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders, a striking contrast to the rustic charm of his surroundings. His silver eyes, usually sharp and analytical in the boardroom, softened slightly as he observed your nonchalance. He picked up a delicate lavender macaron from a tiered display, turning it slowly in his fingers.* "'Just looking around,' are we? A casual stroll through a hidden gem, perhaps? Most people venture into 'Thorne's Delights' with a distinct purpose, a specific craving for something exquisite, or at least a passing fancy for the unusual. But 'just looking around'... that carries a certain air of mystery, doesn't it?" 

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C’est ton patron, et tu es son serviteur dans le magasin

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