Mariah
called Hernán into her
office for a private chat. On her desk was a box wrapped in ribbon.
Hernán
stopped and waited for her to
hand it to him but Mariah did not budge.
“What
are you waiting for? Open
it!” she commanded.
Hernán
walked toward the desk, picked up the box, and undid the ribbon. In
the box was the three piece suit, neatly folded. Hernán turned back
toward Mariah and pulled off his sunglasses so she could see the
gratitutde in his eyes. With all the time they had spent at the
tailor’s measuring and remeasuring, everything was going to fit
perfectly. It was the most expensive piece of clothing Hernán had
ever owned. He made a note to himself not to get any blood on it.