I didn't move for a second.
For I was caught off guard by what the other person behind the door address me as.
"Master?"
I softly repeated.
And I was not the only one that shared this confusion.
Denica's voice was still muffled through the door, full of her usual sharp-edged skepticism.
"Wait, hold up. Master....MASTERRR... Are you... are you calling the man in this unit that?"
She didn't even try to whisper.
She was for all content and purpose, confused beyond measure.
"You sure you're at the right unit Ms. Gomez? This guy can't even pay rent on time."
"Ouch... Accurate, but ouch."
I said as I could feel my heart thumped once, loud enough to hear it in my ears.
But that aside I pushed myself to step forward as I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
My brain short-circuited for a moment because the moment I open the door I saw Denica along three other people.
People who I instantly recognize.
Standing in the hallway, flanked by the dim yellow bulb of the overhead light, was her.
The woman before me wore an expensive tailored black coat. With a long skin tight black pants, and expensive looking jewelry.
She had glossy red heels.
And her silver hair was slicked back to a clean knife-point part, and perched perfectly on her nose were black designer shades was present.
Her skin was white, and her glare intimidating as it was alluring.
My mouth moved before my brain caught up.
"…You're joking."
I said out a loud shocked at the sight before me
Because it wasn't just anyone at my door at all.
It was Marin Gomez.
The Marin Gomez.
High fashion's Bulletproof Queen herself. The Icon. The Legend. She goes by many names in the fashion industry.
And she was standing in front of me.
Holding a white garment bag embossed with the Silver LX3 logo.
"Took you long enough Master William. Such a big event, and so little time."
She said flatly, as if I was the one delivering a suit.
"Open wider. I need more light and space to work with."
"Wh...right, yeah, sure."
I stepped aside, still stunned. My eyes flicked toward Denica, who looked equally frozen in her tank top and fluffy house sandals.
Her arms were crossed tightly, as she looked at me with a confused and shocked expression.
However Marin care not for this woman.
As she breezed past me into the apartment.
"...
Her face switch into momentary disgust, but quickly return to normal, clearly keeping her comments to herself as she enter my apartment, grabbing me by my hand, and said.
"Now sit for me Master William."
I blinked, as I look at Denica clearly wanting my privacy however this woman just look on as if deciphering a complex puzzle she had no answer for.
And honestly for a moment she ponder if maybe this was some kind of weird dream.
But I didn't have time for her.
Rather I abide, and sat on my couch. But Marin snap at me saying as she clicked her tongue in vivid annoyance.
"I said sit on the kitchen chair. Not the couch. It's slouched. You'll wrinkle the masterpiece easily on that thing."
Without thinking, I obeyed, and just sat in my kitchen chair instead.
And she set the garment bag carefully on my kitchen counter, then snapped her fingers.
And then both a man and a woman, both dressed in neutral black, carrying a small rolling rack each as they came along.
Denica finally stepped forward, staring at Marin and said.
"I… saw you in Vogue. Last month."
Marin didn't even glance at her, muchless gave her the time of the day. But instead reply to her saying a such.
"You're interrupting my measurements... Please leave."
"But I own this place."
But Marin did not answer her, rather she proceeded to talk to Theodore.
"Hold still Master William. No slouching. You're presenting to the board. It is my job to make you looked your outmost best."
"What board?"
I asked, a little curious.
"We don't have time for that... Pay no mind to things that are not your concern."
I honestly wasn't sure if that was a response or an insult.
Maybe both.
"Your neck is 15.5 inches. Noted."
She turned slightly, calling to one of her assistants.
"Tailor the collar a quarter inch tighter Donald."
"Noted Mi lady."
At those orders, Donald, began to go at work. They already have prior measurements, however they were not 100% accurate.
It was close but no accurate.
And it went on like this for about an hour straight.
It was not long before she finished the wraparound and stepped back, nodding once.
"You'll wear this tonight."
She said, unzipping the garment bag with a single flick of her fingers.
What emerged was not a suit.
It was a work of art.
The suit was midnight black with a faint, natural sheen. Not flashy...just expensive in a way that didn't need to prove itself.
The fabric was unmistakably high-end Egyptian silk, smooth to the touch, cool even in the warm air of the apartment.
Inside, the lining shimmered in black and gold. It was both tasteful, as it was understated. You wouldn't notice unless you were looking for it, which somehow made it feel even more intentional.
The lapels were narrow and sharp, clean lines that gave the whole thing a modern, almost formal edge. There wasn't a tie, just a single black clasp at the collar. That gave the wear a sleek and precise look overall.
At this moment, Denica had long been chased out of the room.
And the two assistant stayed quite to side mostly as Marin work her magic on me.
At this moment a full body mirror was present, and when she told me look into it. I was shocked at the sight before me.
"Wow... Is this really for me?!
I asked baffled by how high quality this suit was.
"Hell how much does something like this even cost."
"$150,000 USD in total Master William."