Evrart Claire
The Union Boss of Martinaise
I don’t move. The world does — and it’s always late on my deadlines.
I didn’t build this empire with speeches. I built it with forms. Endless, carbon-copied forms that tie the hands of those who think they can cut deals without me. You want change in Martinaise? Sign here, init there, wait eighteen months. By then, you’ll owe me twice what you asked for — and you’ll thank me for the favor. Edgar handles the speeches. I handle the machinery beneath the stage. When the curtain drops? My traps are already sprung.
What I'm Into: union contracts, unopened complaints, Edgar’s press stunts, paperweight collections, pension plan loopholes
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