Arthur looked in the mirror. Gone was the slouching coder. In his place stood a man who looked like he could negotiate a treaty between warring suns. He tapped his credit chip against the counter without even checking the price.
As he walked out, the jacket felt light as a shadow. He didn't just have a new piece of clothing; he had a new spine. The summit was six hours away, and for the first time in his life, Arthur wasn't nervous. He was ready. buy blazer jacket
"The 'Ambassador’s Weight,'" the tailor whispered. "It’s woven with silk and gravity. You won’t just buy a blazer, Mr. Arthur. You’re buying the room." Arthur looked in the mirror
