He was, however, always fastidiously dressed and today was no exception, though his current ensemble was more toned-down than usual and consisted of a gray silk shirt, matching tie and black slacks. Even his perfectly-gelled hairstyle appeared to have less product applied. Maybe I should have been concerned about his mental state but upon further reflection, the absence of color led me to believe he was merely attempting to work his way back into Charlie’s good graces. At least his attire complimented the surroundings, meaning a global crisis had been temporarily averted.
Suddenly self-conscious, I looked down at my own clothing—boot-cut jeans, purple Chuck Taylor high-tops and a black Eddie Bauer Henley covered by a worn leather jacket—and wondered if Charlie would oust me for my inabili
