Julian politely knocked on the table. The sound jolted Mr. Dumas awake. He sat up suddenly, and his gold-rimmed glasses slid down his nose. Thankfully, a chain attached to the arms of the glasses kept them from crashing to the floor. As he stood and adjusted his glasses, he gave a small, apologetic smile, bowing slightly. "I'm terribly sorry. I've been working all morning and got a bit tired. My apologies. Today, all orders will receive a ten percent discount."
As he bowed, his expression briefly changed, then adjusted back. That damned girl! Hadn't she thought to warn him beforehand? Embarrassing oneself before such a distinguished guest was unacceptable! Her pay would be docked!
Julian was quite satisfied with the "old gentleman's" dedication to his work. He pointed to himself and then to Mason. "Hello, we need two formal suits for an evening banquet. If it can be expedited, please do."
