Camille was not the kind of student who cheated. At thirty-two, after a decade as a graphic designer in Lyon, she had enrolled in evening classes to finally push her French from shaky B1 to confident C1. Her weapon of choice: Communication progressive du français — niveau avancé . The book was thick, intimidating, and filled with nuanced dialogues about subtext, irony, and register shifts.
"I have the key to the castle," the man corrected. "It has the transcripts, the detailed explanations for the nuance exercises, and the correct answers for the idiomatic expressions. It is the difference between a student who speaks French, and a student who is French." Camille was not the kind of student who cheated