"Huh? Just ten clothes!?" the receptionist said, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Lucien blinked and tilted his head. “Is that… not enough?” he asked softly, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of the shirt he was wearing.
She stared at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. “Not enough?” she repeated with a little laugh. “Sir, the boss told you to pick whatever you want. You can take more than ten. You could take fifty if you wanted!”
Lucien’s eyes widened. “F–Fifty?!” he almost choked. “No, no… ten is already too much. I’m fine with this.”
The woman placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “You don’t understand. People would kill for the chance to shop here for free. And you—” she paused and looked him up and down, “—you’re special to him. I can tell. So, you shouldn’t
