I scoff at his arrogance which could be undoubtedly heard in his voice and answer, “ you may address me as you prefer Mr.Kraine” . I had already heard about him from Cara so I knew this man before me was ruthless to anything that stood in his way and was difficult to please. I had advised myself before entering to control my mouth but my face was something that I couldn’t control so I had a look of disgust plastered on my face and he looked amused by that look. “My face will be the downfall of me some day”, I think to myself. “How can I be of service to Mr. Kraine?”, I ask. “ Oh, does Ms Smith really not know of my upcoming wedding? “ he says. “I do, but what I want to know, Mr. all high and mighty is the type of suit you want me to tailor for you”, I roll my eyes as I say with obvious disdain. He looks at me with gloomy eyes and if stares could kill, I bet I wouldn’t be alive. And somehow I find hurting his precious ego appealing. I pull open my table drawer and take out a tape measure. I take records as I measure upper body. His neck, his shoulder, chest, then to the top length and then his sleeves..I continue to take measurements of his lower body and the thought of it makes my heart pound.