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Otto straightened his tie in the mirror, admiring himself in the well cut, sharp white Armani suit; black shirt, green tie. He adjusted his glasses, too, with a smirk, satisfied.
“You clean up well,” Norman complimented, sneaking back into the room behind him.
“Harumph. You’re not the only one who knows how to pick a suit you know.” The irritation was mostly feigned. He smiled back at him. “So you’re really going to introduce me to Harry?”
“Not backing out now, are you?”
“No, no of course not.”
Even if the thought was incredibly awkward. He’d brave it for Norman.