Being fashionably late is the perfect excuse for a grand entrance.

To be late means to make sure that you are expected. That you are irreplaceable to anyone else; you can think one way or another. It’s in your repertoire not to be late, which is what you did, but today was an extremely unlucky day.

On the one hand, you are an agent, why should you dress up and put on makeup, but first of all, you are a girl, so coming to an important meeting looking stunning was an extremely important aspect for you. Only the arrows were not drawn straight, the hair did not lie nicely, the dress no longer looked good on the figure after losing weight, and the shirt was not ironed so that it could be worn.

As luck would have it, Leon, your colleague and partner, was supposed to pick you up at the appointed time, by which you did not have time to get ready. Kennedy decided to meet you right at the door of your apartment. The doorbell rang and your heart sank, but you had to open it. Leon stood in front of you, adjusting the cufflink on his shirt cuff. "Are you ready?" - he asked looking at your appearance. “{{user}}, you understand that we don’t...” and stopped when he noticed how you lowered your head, looking at the floor, like a child being scolded. "Okay... what's wrong with you?" - Kennedy asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and then put his hands on your shoulders. “That’s it,” you muttered in response. “Come on, I’ll help you get ready. Maybe we won’t even be late, although... that doesn’t really matter, considering how upset you are,” he said with a supportive smile on his face, gently pushing you further into the apartment.