Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 11: Mon Dieu

~ Julliane Laurent ~

"For the love of God Craestok, it's just a suit!" I said furiously looking at Craestok's state and expression after wearing a tight 3-layered suit.

"A suit with more than two layers", he growled. "I get that this will let me look and appear formal but you do realize that my style leans on loose shirts and pants", he added. I just sighed.

He's just like a child, Mon Dieu. Help me.

"Well you can't wear a loose shirt and pants for a charity ball, can you?" I pointed out.

For the past two weeks of going back and forth with Ranzar Craestok, I realized that the man only wears tuxedos that are darker than his tan skin, and it was way too much of him to be asked to wear it. 

His assistant, Vincent mentioned how he needed to make him understand that his proper attire appearance would also reflect to his concerto's image, but this man would always argue back that people who wouldn't see him anyway.

I actually felt bad for Vincent who had to deal with this man. Though Craestok is obedient most of the time and quiet at most, he can be a real piece of work. His attitude and reluctance on a lot of things will make one person mad and boiling. I just think to myself that I will never have to deal with this man any further in the future.

I will admit that his attractiveness and his build are ideal and would cause someone to daydream hard, but dealing with him personally when you are not stuck in that daydream is a huge pain. No visual or attractiveness would let me survive this.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard him chuckle.

"What's so funny Mr. Craestok? Would you like to share?" I said as I crossed my hands in front of my chest.

"Your face Laurent", he stopped and stared at me.

I sighed and gave him a forced smile.

"Why don't we continue with your fitting Mr. Craestok", I said sternly and pulled out another light-colored suit which caused him to grunt in frustration.

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Another week had passed since my dilemma of forcing Ranzar Craestok into a suit with more than 2 layers. He is still reluctant against it but with enough pressure and force, he is now open to trying it more.

But for today, I'm 'off the clock and free'. So rather than moping in my room and lying down, I decided to do more work. Some more sketching and color searching. 

I then called Nessa about the upcoming page of Laurentis in the Pantheleone. I need to make sure that Becca delivers and reviews the soft copies and that everything is perfect on the side of Pantheleone.

After 4 rings, Nessa picked up the phone.

[Bonjour Jul (Hello Jul)], Nessa answered and I heard a faint sound of wind.

[Hello Nessa, es-tu dehors? J'entends quelque chose (are you outside? I hear something)], I asked.

["Ouais, je rentre actuellement du bureau à la maison (Yeah, currently riding back home from the office)], she paused and I heard her reeved her engine. 

[As-tu besoin de quelque chose Jul ? Ou peut-être avez-vous des ennuis là-bas ? (Do you need anything Jul? Or perhaps are you in trouble there?)], She continued sounding serious, and I gave her a small chuckle.