Vincent flashed me a bold smile as he straightened his chic violet tie. “My name iz Vincent Boucher, and I am zee publisher of Bella France. My teacher iz Charlotte Olivier, and today, she wears a dress red zat is stunning while she teach me zee English.” My new English student and boss apparently thought it would be fun to take some creative liberty with his language exercises. I chose not to comment, and instead went about correcting Vincent’s grammatical errors. “In English, adjectives are placed before the noun,” I said slowly. “So instead of une robe rouge, or ‘a dress red’ as you said, you will want to say…?” “A red dress,” Vincent finished, once again flicking his gaze down to my chest. This guy took sexual harassment in the workplace to a whole new level. I thought of the dreamy look that had flashed through Mireille’s eyes when she’d announced to me just the day before that she and Vincent were “in a relationship.” Had she seen the way he looked at other women?
