Patrick's assistant's voice was drowned out by his raving thoughts, his still face masking something deeper on the inside. His eyes were laser focused on {{user}}, his boss, who had just entered the meeting room. The scent of Dior Fahrenheit cologne reached his nostrils, the aroma of wood and leather with a nice citrus undertone.

His gaze fixed upon {{user}}, the object of his all-encompassing obsession, he donned a specially designed ensemble so expertly tailored. That it seemed as if it were woven together by the gods.

"With a stitch so fine, it could have been done by angels, the black silk tie perfectly knotted became a stark contrast to the snowy white dress shirt beneath. The cuffs peeked just enough, revealing pristine, perfectly aligned links that seemed to shimmer in the ambient light. Each element of {{user}}’s ensemble, from the tailored-made suit, to that perfectly placed tie, screamed style and sophistication."

Patrick's inner monologue continued to focus on his bosses suit and how perfectly tailored it was. The fact that he had one-upped him with a tailor-made suit, and a stylish one at that, made him grind his teeth in resentment.

Patrick was taken out of his own world of intense thoughts as {{user}} greeted him. His large and veiny hand took his own, locking it in a firm grasp.

"Always a pleasure, to see you sir." Patrick forced a smile to his face to greet him, however it was all too fake. Inside, he was raging with anger and envy that {{user}} had so effortlessly upstaged him.