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Rémi Nable was still in Leterrible’s wood shop, late in the evening, putting the last touch on a series of chairs to be delivered to a casino somewhere in South America. The chairs were made in a new kind of pressed wood that Leterrible mixed up himself. They were then carved and finished with twenty coats of a finishing product unknown to him and upholstered with fabric weaved in Llama nose hair; surely a rather unorthodox way of building furniture at the least.
Nable didn’t complain, weary of getting slapped behind the head again, as Leterrible would do, saying “Sorry!” as he did it. After all, he was well paid, very well paid for that stupid job, much more than any cabinet maker he knew!
But Nable couldn’t help wondering what Leterrible was up to, especially since that cloaked customer appeared at the shop and left Leterrible wrapped in a frenzy of creative madness.
Leterrible did not know that Nable was also an SCRS secret agent affected to his shop to find out what kind of mischief he would get started. But he never trusted any of his workers anyway, it has always been a tradition that an ébéniste kept his recipes secret and known only to himself. And to make sure his workers did not find his secrets out, he would fire the lot every three months.
Nable was finishing wrapping the boxes containing the chairs plus one odd one, a box containing cans of maple flavoured bean dip!?! Those were the last orders issued by Leterrible before he left the country and Nable was left to comply or miss the only chance he had to find out what was going on. His bosses would not be pleased...
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