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The tailor shop was set back from the main street in Siren Cove. It had an unassuming frontage but inside it was a decadent emporium.
Fashion ruled here and Lara smiled as she entered, Les in tow. He'd shown up for his first day as her PA dressed in a neat enough button down and some cheap slacks but, though he'd tried it certainly wasn't good enough to be seen by the towns rich and powerful. Especially not if he was to be taken seriously.
She smiled at the older man, sorting through a shipment of fabrics on the long granite counter.
"Jeremiah."
The man looked up from his work and beamed. "Lara! Darling, how are you?" He said, reaching for her hands with both of his.
Lara nodded and took his hands in hers, gripping them tightly. "I'm very well. Busy, but it's a necessary busy so..." She shrugged and Jeremiah squeezed her hands for a second before letting them drop.
"Anyway! This is Les Parker. He's going to be a challenge," She threw a cheeky look at Les, "but I know how you like a project."
Jeremiah walked out from behind the counter and cast a critical eye over Les. "Hmmm. What do you need for him?"
Lara waved a hand. "One to walk out in today and at least three more. Something formal as well. Waistcoats, too. He's likely to have to roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty." She could see the old mans mind already whirring and she smiled. "Also shirts, shoes, ties...the usual decorations. Whatever you think will suit. I trust your eye."
Jeremiah nodded and turned to Les. "Well young man. Let's get to work, shall we?"
Fashion ruled here and Lara smiled as she entered, Les in tow. He'd shown up for his first day as her PA dressed in a neat enough button down and some cheap slacks but, though he'd tried it certainly wasn't good enough to be seen by the towns rich and powerful. Especially not if he was to be taken seriously.
She smiled at the older man, sorting through a shipment of fabrics on the long granite counter.
"Jeremiah."
The man looked up from his work and beamed. "Lara! Darling, how are you?" He said, reaching for her hands with both of his.
Lara nodded and took his hands in hers, gripping them tightly. "I'm very well. Busy, but it's a necessary busy so..." She shrugged and Jeremiah squeezed her hands for a second before letting them drop.
"Anyway! This is Les Parker. He's going to be a challenge," She threw a cheeky look at Les, "but I know how you like a project."
Jeremiah walked out from behind the counter and cast a critical eye over Les. "Hmmm. What do you need for him?"
Lara waved a hand. "One to walk out in today and at least three more. Something formal as well. Waistcoats, too. He's likely to have to roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty." She could see the old mans mind already whirring and she smiled. "Also shirts, shoes, ties...the usual decorations. Whatever you think will suit. I trust your eye."
Jeremiah nodded and turned to Les. "Well young man. Let's get to work, shall we?"
