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I look up at him, tired, drained. — They’re exaggerating everything. It’s nothing like they describe. He steps closer, hands me his phone. His face is pale. — Do you know what Le Monde is saying? That you’re the “unofficial companion of Alexandre Delcourt.” That there’s a “discreet yet persistent” relationship between him and my personal assistant. And that Daniel is the “disruptive third party.” I read the words. And this time, I feel the ground sway beneath my feet.

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