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"Is that what you think should happen Gabrielle?"

"Mais non, M'sieur," she replies with a shy smile. "The Dean he is so stern, he frightens poor Gabrielle. If I must be punished, M'sieur I would rather it be by you."

"I see," you say, eyeing her as you try to keep your expression stoic. "In that case, report to my office in the Sports Complex after the first orientation meeting. Now run along Gabrielle"

"Merci, M'sieur Watts," she breathes, curtsying slightly before turning and swaying away from you, her pleated skirt swinging as she walks. She casts a coquettish glance over her shoulder at you before turning and skipping up the stairs.

You take a deep breath as you close the box of cupcakes and re-tie the ribbon, wondering how your life became so complicated.