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Frank
and Bob could smell danger at a distance of at least 10 miles. Now danger,
very good looking danger, sat on their conference room table. It was the wife
of richest man in town.
Mas Carpone. Officially he owned a construction company and about half of
the town. Inofficially ..., lets put it this way, he also owned the other
part of town. Mr. Carpone was know for his expensive hobby - gourmet food.
Now his wife sat on our table and wanted us to find the ultimative taste.
She needed a special present for her husband...
Frank and Bob exchanged a short glance. Mrs. Carpone could have bought one
of those real expensive gourmet books or hired an even more expensive gourmet
cook.
