Suits ━Mark Tuan

Attitude

Stella

I assembled everything to be able to pack it properly. I took out a mechanical pencil and a blank notebook for a rough sketch.

"So what are your preferences Mr. Tuan?" He leaned back on the settee, resting his right elbow on the arm of it.

"Shouldn't you just be designing or whatever you think we want?" I gave out a soft chuckle.

"That's not how it works Mr. Tuan. I'll be needing your preferences." With his cold eyes, he looked at me.

"Just make something great." He stood up, fixing the collars of his button down.

Which was really hot.

He turned around facing the direction of where I entered earlier.

He started making his way towards it.

I quickly stood to catch up with him

"But Mr. Tuan- it's really important-"

He stopped walking to look at me.

"Just do your job, and I do mine." He gave a quick smile, obviously forced and very sarcastic. Then once again he continued walking until he was out of my sight.

I love and hate this bratty attitude of him. It's like there's a need of me to tame him.

He's one of those not-so-typical guys.

Cold-hearted & rude yet still full of charms.

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8:55 PM

Mark Tuan

You:

Hello again Mr. Tuan. If you have anything in mind such as what color or patterns you would like your suit to have, please feel free to contact me.

Mark Tuan:

Black. That's it.

'Oh what a surprise. He had a color in mind already yet he didn't tell me earlier.'

You:

Noted Mr. Tuan :)

He should stop pushing my buttons— or things will get more dangerous than it already is.