Ethan steadied his expression and took a slow breath, preparing himself as he stepped toward the tailor shop. He wanted to see for himself just how deep this judge-a-book-by-its-cover mentality ran.
[Ding... Incoming Video Call from friend: "NoPaperOnTheBigOne".]
"Huh?" Ethan paused mid-step when he saw the caller ID and accepted the call.
"Whew... Boss, you're at the tailor shop, just like I thought," NoPaperOnTheBigOne said the moment the connection stabilized, his grin widening as he recognized the background behind Ethan.
"What do you mean?" Ethan frowned, then quickly remembered. As the owner, stepping into one of his own shops would trigger a system alert for the head of operations.
"Don't worry about that shop, boss. I'm running a sting," the engineer said, clearly pleased with himself.
Ethan paused, the pieces clicking together. So he already knew something was wrong. "A sting?"
