She typed the number: .

And now, it was here. For half the price.

Now, alone in her sunlit kitchen, Claire peeled off the cellophane. The box opened with a satisfying magnetic thwump . Inside, nestled in foam, were the attachments. They felt… light. Too light.

Then, red text. Sharp and definitive. “Ce numéro de série n'est pas reconnu. Veuillez vérifier que votre produit a été acheté auprès d’un revendeur agréé.” Not recognized.