The tailor was very nice and yet did not cross his boundary. It made him respect the middle-aged man and also think about his future and desire to own a world-recognized fashion brand.
When he was done, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he looked like he was dressed for an award show. He did not see the need to. He loved his casual outfits better and he was tempted to get rid of the blazer and go in the shirt alone without a tie.
He ate brunch with the boy in the main house. He did not want the boy to eat alone. They left the house followed by two other cars packed with bodyguards including the boss' closest guard.
He was sure those guards were for him and not for anyone else. He looked back at the mansion. "We will get back soon," Jason told him looking at him with his brow furrowed.
He reached towards the boy's face and smoothened his brow. "Don't frown, you will get wrinkles," he told the boy worriedly.
"Oh . . . sorry," the boy apologized bowing his head.
