LEONARD'S POV;
The leather of the chair felt worn beneath my fingers as I sat in the small, dimly lit shop, clutching a suit that had once cost more than most people’s monthly rent. I couldn’t believe it had come to this—me, Leonard Steven, reduced to selling off my finest clothes just to keep my head above water. This was not where I imagined myself just a few years ago when business was booming, and life seemed so secure.
"Sir, we can only buy the suit for $4,000," the man behind the counter said, his tone flat but firm. He looked up from his phone for a moment to gauge my reaction, clearly accustomed to people trying to haggle.
I exhaled slowly, trying to keep my frustration in check.
'Four thousand?' I thought.