The "Clothes of Hope" Trilogy. Story Two: The Golden Lining
The doorbell chimed, letting in the damp autumn wind and a young man. His name was Julian . He was handsome, but it was that nervous, exhausted beauty found in greyhounds that have lost a race. His expensive suit was from last year's collection and had begun to shine at the elbows, and a mixture of desperation and hungry ambition could be read in his eyes. The Tailor , without changing his posture, continued to wipe his glasses with a piece of chamois. “You have the wrong door, young man. The pawnshop is further down the street.” “I know who you are,” Julian slammed the door, cutting off the city noise. “I was told that you can... reshape reality.” The Tailor put on his glasses. Behind the lenses, eyes as cold as needles glinted. “I just sew clothes. My clients reshape reality. What do you want?” Julian walked up to the counter and slapped his palm on it. “I want to be noticed. I have brilliant ideas: startups , projects, plans... But investors look at my frayed cuffs, not...