Emile growled and turned back into the building. His steps echoed in the large stacks as he made his way to the head counter.
"Monsieur DuBois, what is ze problem?" asked Maria, a small delicate blonde that Emile had employed more for the companionship than the help.
"Nothing, ma cherie... Just some uncivilized patron... Ugh... He demands my
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