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Irene filled the water from the kettle in to the cups, preparing coffee for everyone who sat in her small living room.
She picked up the tray with those coffee mugs and placed it on the small center table, putting it in front of Jacob and Detective Lana. Seb and Lur sat on the single couch, right angled to the double seater one.
Monique sat on the small round cancan stool, that Althea had made as an arts and crafts hobby of hers, with her own hands.
Irene stood beside her mother and gently patted her shoulder, trying her best to console the disturbed soul.
“We received word back from the Secret Chef Hunter’s Society.” Jacob announced, making Monique even more stressed than she already was.
She held back Irene’s hand on her shoulder and squeezed it tightly, getting ready to receiv
