Section 93 is all in a spin
Vernon retrieved the letter from the bookcase in the lounge and opened it with the same sense of impending disaster that accompanied any missive from the bank. ‘Dear Mr Jules, the letter said. ‘I hope the Easter weekend was an enjoyable one. I am delighted to inform you that our mutual business partner Monsieur Jean Luc Géron has confirmed that the Nonsense Filter is now ready to launch. I take great pleasure in inviting you therefore to the formal presentation of the Nonsense Filter to the press and business interests at the Athenaeum reading rooms. A buffet will be served. Please bring a guest… Tarquin McGuin Esquire’
Vernon was aghast. He felt as though the whole world was spinning centrifugally around him with the letter in his hand being the only uncompromisingly fixed and certain reality. His legs felt shaky under him and as he scanned the page for the date of the launch he realised to his dismay, that it was… tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Never mind lesson preparation he was going to be thrown to the lions. What on earth had Émile produced so that Jean Luc could make this arrangement so confidently in his absence?
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