[ Clyteus straightens his bow tie in his reflection on the tinted window before he opens the passenger door. Whatever he tries, he can't get the damn thing to sit straight. He has tying neckties down to a science, but hates the pretentious version that the fundraiser dress code calls for. His distaste for black tie fades when his eyes fall to the lady behind the door; it doesn't feel just like the pride of knowing he has quite possibly the most attractive eye candy in the whole damn building. The pride is tinged by how hard he fought her to have her attention... and something he's not sure what to call yet. ]
[ Swallowing that half-finished thought, he holds out his hand to help Cadence out of the black Bentley. Clay's driver dutifully waits with the idling engine amid the city noise, having already endured the unusually vicious bickering through half of Manhattan to arrive at the fundraiser that Cadence had been bribed into attending. It was unusual in particular given that none of his patron's dates had ever said quite so much on nights before, and definitely not so rudely. Having lived in New York for much longer than he'd been hired by the wealthy Clayton Emerson, however, he smartly bit his tongue instead of asking questions. ]
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[ Clyteus straightens his bow tie in his reflection on the tinted window before he opens the passenger door. Whatever he tries, he can't get the damn thing to sit straight. He has tying neckties down to a science, but hates the pretentious version that the fundraiser dress code calls for. His distaste for black tie fades when his eyes fall to the lady behind the door; it doesn't feel just like the pride of knowing he has quite possibly the most attractive eye candy in the whole damn building. The pride is tinged by how hard he fought her to have her attention... and something he's not sure what to call yet. ]
[ Swallowing that half-finished thought, he holds out his hand to help Cadence out of the black Bentley. Clay's driver dutifully waits with the idling engine amid the city noise, having already endured the unusually vicious bickering through half of Manhattan to arrive at the fundraiser that Cadence had been bribed into attending. It was unusual in particular given that none of his patron's dates had ever said quite so much on nights before, and definitely not so rudely. Having lived in New York for much longer than he'd been hired by the wealthy Clayton Emerson, however, he smartly bit his tongue instead of asking questions. ]