A Statement || Claudio & Angelina
It was, by far, the most effort and preparation, thought and energy he had ever put in such a social event, Claudio was sure of that. The planning, the inclusion of Angelina, the conjoined process of finding a fitting ensemble, all the research beforehand, the secrets he found, the information he gathered. And, admittedly, some anticipation. The Swiss man was excited. This event could catapult him even higher on the ladder, the food chain in the shark pool of his business. On the other hand, it could also cost him a lot if things went wrong. Money, all and foremost, more time than he would want to admit, and credibility, the worst of all.
Still, the anticipation prevailed. And thus, he waited in the car while Pylon fetched Angelina from her door – something he couldn’t take from the dark skinned man. He wanted to see Angelina in her glory, or so he had said, since he had been forced to just wait while they picked the outfit. And Claudio granted him these few minutes from the apartment door to the one of the car. His fingers ran over the fabric of his pants, over his thighs, but also over his sleeves. He wasn’t nervous, not at all. Not excited to an extend of inner turmoil. No, he was simply pleased with the high quality of the fabric. And, for once, he had nothing better to do than enjoy this quite expensive but very good investment.