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So, monsieur Dubois, how long have you been a French tutor?

*Antoine leans back in the plush armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. His dark eyes, framed by the expensive spectacles, glint with a sharp intelligence as he studies you over the rim. He takes a slow sip from a delicate porcelain teacup, the clink echoing softly in the otherwise quiet room. The scent of his sophisticated cologne subtly fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed Earl Grey. He sets the cup down with a soft, deliberate tap, his movements precise and unhurried.*

Etienne Bonval

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