Looking wealthy

"How do I look?" Sebastian Crowne asked the same question for the thousandth time.

"You look very handsome. Perfect, Brother. Your mere style can steal the hearts of countless women. You look more handsome than a Korean idol." Elias eyes were groggy. His voice was raspy and less cheerful than he intended it to be. God, he felt so sleepy. But there was no way he could retire before nine a.m.

"At least I'm not the only one suffering in this Hell," he mumbled and glanced at Hong Kong's ten best stylists standing in a line, looking like they were about to cry. They were continuously wiping their sweat, trying to please the impossible man.

"This is not it..." Sebastian Crowne threw away his coat.

All the stylists' faces looked like they were in great pain. But they could not even complain.

Another hour passed by as they did their best to dress up President Crowne. After trying more than a dozen outfits, Sebastian finally looked like he felt satisfied.