"Just this?" The Deputy Minister, preparing in the hotel for the evening banquet, stood in front of the mirror adjusting his attire. Though it had only been a few hours, there were inevitably some minor flaws on his clothes.
Of course, these issues were not considered problems by most people. For instance, there were some threads at the seams of the fabric due to large body movements, which were invisible without a magnifying glass.
For example, there was an extra wrinkle on the inside of the elbow of the sleeve.
Or the shoulder pads seemed a bit out of place and needed readjustment.
These were very detailed issues. For someone who pursued details, any slight issue shouldn't exist, which made the two tailors with bifocals revolve around him repeatedly.
Through the mirror's reflection, the Deputy Minister's gaze lingered on Lynch's face for a moment, then returned to himself. He slightly lifted his chin, appearing somewhat narcissistic.
