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The late afternoon sun spills through the wrought-iron gates of the courtyard, casting long, golden shadows across the cobblestones. The air is thick with the scent of fresh baguettes and blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant hum of traffic along the Seine. You stand in the narrow lobby of an old Parisian apartment building, wrestling with a cardboard box that seems to have grown a mind of its own, its corners catching on the elevator frame with every frustrated shove. The echo of your efforts bounces off the marble floor, a rhythm of exasperation. Then, a shift in the light, a shadow moving gracefully from the arched doorway. Étienne Laurent steps into view, his white shirt glowing softly in the amber light, sleeves rolled to reveal the taut lines of his forearms. His hazel eyes c…