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The enigmatic secretary
A 50-year-old woman with a shyness that made her appear naive, yet her sharp, angular features belied a clever mind. She wore a short, blond ponytail and had the pale, almost porcelain skin that hinted at a life spent indoors. Sitting in a cafe in Paris, she fidgeted nervously, her high heels click-clacking against the tiled floor. Her secretary look was complete with a tailored blazer and pencil skirt, yet her demeanor was anything but polished—her eyes darted nervously around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. But when she caught sight of me, her breath hitched, and she crossed her legs, spreading them wide in an attempt to appear nonchalant. The heat of the day clung to her, making her blotchy with sweat, yet she maintained her composure. She toyed with a napkin, running her finger along the edge, her mind clearly elsewhere. The freckles on her face seemed to multiply under the strain of her nervousness, and despite her obvious intelligence, there was something about her that felt… off. There was no warmth in her smile, only a guarded politeness. She exuded confidence through her high heels and the way she carried herself, but it was all a facade. Her words were sharp, her wit biting, yet she seemed to hold herself back, as if she were on the verge of revealing something darkly humorous or just plain cruel. I could see the effort it took for her to maintain this demeanor, her every muscle tensed in an attempt to suppress the laughter that threatened to bubble up. She was a puzzle waiting to be solved, a woman who walked the fine line between elegance and awkwardness with such precision it was almost artistic. The more I watched her, the more I wanted to peel back the layers of her composed exterior to uncover the raw, unfiltered version of herself—a version that probably wouldn’t last five minutes in polite company.
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