Chapter 35 – Harry’s Style

The end of 2012 brought with it a sense of renewal for Harry. After years of dealing with highly secretive and dangerous missions, he realized that it was time to allow himself small pleasures and personal care. He had spent so much time in the shadows that he sometimes forgot to value his own image. Determined to treat himself to this luxury, Harry decided that he would buy himself something special: a haute couture suit and two luxury watches.

One morning, he walked through the streets of London, heading to one of the city's most exclusive tailor shops. The place exuded elegance and tradition, and as he entered, the soft sound of bells announced his arrival. The designer, a middle-aged man with a keen eye for detail, approached immediately, eyeing Harry curiously.

"May I help you, sir?" the designer asked, in a polite but appraising tone.

"I would like a tailored suit," Harry replied calmly, as he took in the fabrics and cuts displayed around him. "Something classic, but that also allows me freedom of movement."

The designer looked at him for a moment, almost studying his imposing figure and the bearing that exuded years of military training.

"Very well, sir. I believe we can make something special for you."

The measuring process was precise, the designer analyzing every detail of Harry's body with the utmost care. It was impossible not to notice the way the suit molded perfectly to him, as if the fabric recognized its owner. When the suit was finally adjusted and Harry looked at himself in the mirror, even the designer, a man who had dressed members of the aristocracy and public figures, was visibly impressed.

"Perfection," he said, unable to hide his shock. "I believe this is some of the best work I have ever done. You have a... distinctive presence."

Harry smiled slightly, adjusting the suit and admiring its impeccable fit.

"You did an excellent job."

With the suit in hand, Harry left the tailor shop satisfied. But his journey to self-improvement was not complete. He decided he needed something more, something to complement the elegance of the suit. So he headed to the Rolex store in London, where the sound of his boots echoing on the boutique's marble floor was the only distraction as he browsed the display cases filled with luxury timepieces.

When he was greeted by an attentive salesperson, Harry already knew what he wanted. "I'm interested in a Rolex Submariner," he said calmly.

The salesperson nodded, immediately recognizing the sophistication and confidence Harry exuded. "Excellent choice, sir. The Rolex Submariner is an icon."

Harry tried the watch on his wrist, and the weight of it felt just right. The subtle shine of the stainless steel and the robust design were exactly what he was looking for a stylish yet functional piece for any occasion.

His next stop was even more exclusive: the Patek Philippe boutique, where he had decided to purchase the legendary Patek Philippe Nautilus. However, upon arriving at the store, it became clear that acquiring this watch would not be so simple. Patek Philippe had an extremely restricted client list, and only carefully selected individuals were allowed to purchase some of its most iconic pieces.

The store manager, a man with impeccable posture, looked at Harry with a polite but cautious smile.

"Sir, I must inform you that our pieces are not available to all customers. The Patek Philippe Nautilus is an exclusive piece, reserved only for our most select clients."

Harry remained calm, showing no discomfort at the barrier imposed. In a calm but firm tone, he said, "I understand. However, I believe that my relationship with the British royal family may help facilitate this acquisition."

The manager's eyes widened for a moment, surprised by the revelation.

"The royal family, sir?"

Harry nodded slightly.

"Yes. I am a close friend. I am sure you can verify that information."

The manager exchanged a glance with his assistant before quickly leaving to verify the information Harry had provided. A few minutes later, he returned with a noticeably different smile.

"My sincerest apologies, sir. We were not aware of your connection. It will be my pleasure to offer you the Patek Philippe Nautilus."

As he slipped the watch onto his wrist, Harry knew he had chosen something more than just an accessory. The Patek Philippe was a symbol of prestige, and he was now part of a select few who owned this masterpiece.

As he walked out of the store with the Rolex Submariner in one hand and the Patek Philippe Nautilus on the other, Harry reflected on how far he had come since his turbulent youth. These items were more than just material possessions. They represented the evolution of who he was now: a man who, despite having been shaped by danger and struggle.

The designer, the Patek manager, and even the pedestrians who passed him that afternoon in London did not know Harry's full story. To them, he was simply a well-dressed and powerful man. They could hardly imagine the battles he had fought in the shadows, or the sacrifices he had made to protect a world that rarely acknowledged him.

But Harry was at peace with that. After all, as he had always known, a person's true worth was not defined by medals or honors, but by the actions he took on behalf of others even if those others never knew the truth.

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