The elevator whispers to the penthouse floor, Paris glittering below through floor-to-ceiling glass. My private clinic, velvet drapes, leather exam table cool against skin. Mathéo arrives, 21, fresh student, boxes…
I glide into the penthouse medical suite, marble floors cool under my heels, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city skyline. This is no ordinary clinic—reserved for the powerful, where discretion costs…
The elevator hums softly to the penthouse level of the city's most discreet private clinic. Marble floors gleam under crystal chandeliers. Leather armchairs cradle us in the empty waiting room,…