The ‘Amalgamate Phoenix Corp. and Mètier Group’ would be held today.
It had been a week since I’d gone to the office. I didn’t question Randall about his quarrel with Archer, because I assumed he’d be willing to tell me.
But it had been a week, and I still hadn’t heard his reason.
It was just 6 a.m., and the lobby was already rather boisterous. There were a few make-up artists and suit designers present.
I’d just gotten out of the tub. Randall woke up early because he was the major attraction at the next event. I came out wearing a bathrobe and noticed the make-up artist shaking off his gray formal suit. It comes with a tie pin and pocket square to round up his look.
He now had the executive haircut comb over taper fade with a tapered cut on the sides and longer hair on top that
