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The smell of cured cowhide, industrial adhesive, and strong black coffee was the scent of AG's life. He ran "Second Skin Leather," a small custom shop specializing in bespoke motorcycle gear, belts, and high-end travel bags. He worked with meticulous care, each stitch a testament to a dying art.One humid Tuesday, a man walked in who didn't belong. He wore an expensive, bright blue nylon track suit, utterly out of place among the heavy-duty machinery and raw leather hides. He didn't browse; he stood in the doorway, a menacing silence about him."AG," the man said, his voice a low growl, "Word on the street is you're the best at discrete compartments."AG paused, a half-finished satchel in his hands. "I make quality goods, that's all."The man in the track suit smiled, a cold, humorless expression. He reached into a worn duffel bag he carried and pulled out a long, narrow object wrapped in oilcloth. He placed it on the counter with a soft thud. "A client of mine needs a new holster for these. Custom, and fast."AG carefully unwrapped the cloth to reveal a set of three wickedly sharp knives, their blades catching the workshop lights. They weren't kitchen knives; they were designed for silence and efficiency. AG felt a knot tighten in his stomach. This was no ordinary job."The client is a big man," the visitor continued. "A professional. A wrestling champion, actually. He's very particular about his gear, very specific about his needs".AG looked from the visitor to the stack of invoices on his desk. Business had been slow, but he wasn't desperate enough to compromise his principles. "I make quality goods," AG repeated firmly. "For everyday use, not... whatever you have in mind."The man in the track suit raised an eyebrow. "Everyday use? My client needs a sturdy travel bag, something that can handle a lot of wear and tear. He travels constantly for his matches." He gestured towards the duffel bag. "And he's particular about the knife set he uses for preparing his meals on the road."AG hesitated. Creating a durable travel bag and a custom roll for kitchen knives was well within his expertise. It wasn't the kind of work that compromised his shop's reputation."Alright," AG said, a sense of relief washing over him. "I can discuss designs for a travel bag and a knife roll with your client. Have him come in when he has time."The man in the track suit nodded, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Excellent. He appreciates fine craftsmanship." He picked up his duffel bag. "He'll be in touch." With that, he turned and walked out, leaving AG alone with the familiar smell of leather and the satisfying prospect of a challenging, but honorable, project.