Claude strolled into Jean Company's headquarters like a man on parade, Shen and Adrian trailing dutifully behind him. But it was clear, even from the first step, that something was off—or perhaps, too perfectly calculated.
Claude had dressed immaculately as always: a tailored charcoal suit, polished shoes, his signature silver watch glinting beneath the cuff. Yet the detail that drew immediate attention was the way he had left two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. His tie was nowhere to be seen, and the collar dipped just low enough to reveal a faint, unmistakable mark blooming red against his skin.
Shen's eyes twitched. "Sir… are you aware your shirt is—"
"Too perfect?" Claude interrupted, running a hand lazily through his hair as if he had spent no effort at all that morning. His lips curved in that infuriating, satisfied smirk.
Adrian cleared his throat, exchanging a look with Shen. "More like… strategically undone."
