secondlovesfirst:

The tall, sturdy blond Irishman turned his head, but did not put his back to the bank of windows.  He gave his employer a thorough once-over from head to toe, taking in the gentle, squarish roll at the shoulder that Jim preferred and the detailing of the slightly darker thread at the seams.  It was a sharp suit with clean lines, typical for his style but not identical to anything else that he owned.

He glanced back out the window, then turned his attention to Jim again.  When he spoke, he intentionally dulled down his normally thick Ulster accent,  “It’s a good cut for you, boss, though I think that you’re right and the waist could stand to be pulled in a bit.”

Jim felt a moment of triumph, eyebrows raised in sudden pleasure. Exactly what he wanted to hear…and without any trace of indulgence. It was the little triumphs sometimes. He nodded quickly, looking at his tailor now.

“Yes, take it in. Whatever you think. But make sure it looks good. There’s a reason I’m wearing these things with an Italian cut.” He smirked, turning again to look at himself.

The tailor nodded quickly; he would agree to anything his best paying client wanted.

“Of course, sir. And you’ll be having this picked up on Friday?”

“Mmhmm…I’ll send someone. Before 2, as usual.” He walked away to change back into the suit he’d worn there.

A few minutes later he walked out, phone in hand as he walked over to stand beside Sebastian.

“Are you ready?”