those who wrong me suffer horribly.
Commissioning Editor, SIP
In any case,
To someday meet you
Face to face
The road to hell...
As I come up
Of course the lawyer had to have the layers of armor in the guise of an off the rack Armani suit and John Lobb loafers to look powerful, wealthy and commanding. He didn't have it in him to be what he is which is why the other man required layers of classy clothes, giving the illusion of power. He was still a thug in thousand Dollar shoes and an Ivy League education. But the man in Brioni didn't have contempt for him. He was a tool for means to an end. Fortunately, he doesn’t have that kind of need, but then again, he would never wear a suit, designer or otherwise off the rack. Indeed, he likes to splurge on his custom made apparel. He likes everything to fit his tastes. He does not like the conformity.
Lincoln straightens his back, fixes his gaze on Albert, and his cool smile disappears. "I'm sorry. Was I being unclear? There is no implication. I am giving you an outright promise. Surely you must know what that's like...in your line of business," he says raising his eyebrows.
Albert clears his throat after the confirmed threat. Wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead with the cloth napkin. Composes himself again, and nods his acquiescence.
"Soon then. And when you get him out of jail, deliver him this message."
"What's the message -- Sir?"
"Finish what you started, and you shall be rewarded," he says with a satisfied smile.