The Devils Of New York

Chapter Thirty Seven

As the next morning broke I heard my phone vibrate on the side table which jolted my senses causing me to look up at the ceiling that displayed the exposed wooden beam coffered ceiling and the shadows cast from the rain droplets that were strewn across the window that let light into my bedroom.

Rolling over and unbunching the blankets between my legs I grabbed my phone and opened it to see a message from Tatyana lighting up my screens center.

Tatyana

Good morning Mr. Winters. I have a nine o'clock bespoke fitting set up for you with Gieves and Hawkes team
Received 7:23

Okay I will get up and be prepared
Read 7:24

Do you want the tailoring to be done at the shop or at your home?
Received 7:25

I will likely be ready by eight thirty ish, so I have no idea how long the drive is from my house to the shop
Read 7:26

About ten minutes with morning traffic expect it to take an extra five minutes, I can inform them that doing the measurements from your residence is the easiest, and besides you will be able to get other work done before then. That is unless you wish for me to take things out of your schedule which includes meeting with the CEO of Kelenchko Industries
Received 7:27

Tatyana, Kelenchko Industries is one of Winters Group's sub groups, is a main exporter and producer of iron ore, steel, and oil in what were formerly the Eastern Bloc during the duration of the Cold War
Read 7:28

I will note it down now that I know so that I will not forget again, and in the private list of the companies that you own and operate
Received 7:29

That should work hopefully, I will see you and the tailors within the next hour, also my security will check them all so be aware of that, it's just because of what is happening back home in New York
Read 7:30

Of course Mr. Winters, I would expect nothing less of someone with so much influence, I'd be disappointed in you if you didn't employ that kind of attitude towards all of this. Though confidentially of course, I think whoever stole that information is a fucking idiot
Received 7:31

On that I agree, see you in a bit
Sent 7:32

As I threw off my blankets I set my phone back down on my nightstand before walking towards my bathroom to shower and get dressed before the tailors and my assistant arrived to see me being indecent and not presentable.

Looking at myself in the mirror I practically scoffed at how messy I looked, though sleep did that to me and I knew it did. Pulling out combs and the hair product I used I then turned on the fan and undressed to shower. Stepping into the two person shower I began washing off the sins of the night while attempting to think of various styles and fabrics along with colours for me to wear at multiple points, the key one that I could think of that was coming up was the Winters Charity Gala.

Eventually getting out I walked into my closet and found clothing that would be form fitting enough that the tailors could get the proper measurements of my body without the requirement of them being naked which apparently some exec had gotten drunk and went to their tailor fitting in their birthday suit.

Still remember the scandal headlines for the weeks after.

I had been smart enough to not make a single comment on that as anyone who muttered a single word were delved into as to why they thought it had happened and led to a massive unveiling of how those people knew about it, and the story behind it which eventually aired as a party island filled with all kinds of illegal things. My biggest problem was the crimes that certain people did when they went to places in the world where those things were common.