+ matthew | H

@d. angelina Nights spent toiling away over a dim laptop screen in an enclosed office space were a luxury(ha) that Matthew Gray did not have to experience; too often he overheard patrons complain about over time whilst they drunk themselves blind over his whisky collection. He counted himself lucky that his career path had gone down a more riveting route, a much more comfortable one too as he was able to work in the comfort of his own home, lounging like the lazy feline he was across a velveteen lounge suit.

It was close to 5 pm, a time when he’d typically close up shop on the business side of the club, when he received a quiet ping that signalled a new email in his inbox.

He sighed internally, hoping to god that it wasn’t another audit(he’d had one just the month before and they were ing annoying), but his mood instantly lifted when he scanned the senders address. Lova Lingerie was a semi-unknown luxury lingerie brand he’d stumbled across when he’d received a comment about his dancers outfits not being flashy enough; the brand, he’d been pleased to find, gave off the quality of stores such as Agent Provocateur without the insane price tag and the designers had confirmed that they would be happy to do custom designs for his business. He hoped that the quality was the price and was interested to see if Lova could become a permanent supplier of his; the women often had at least one or two rips in their costumes by the end of the night and needed constant replacing.

He tapped out a short response to email and leaned back, his fingers drumming against the couch back.

recipient: *email address*
subject: Order Form #0478

Good Evening,

I’m pleased to hear back from you so soon with the new products. I’d like to pick them up in person to do a live quality inspection if that is not too much trouble. I’d be able to swing by either tomorrow or the day after during the afternoon if that suits?

Thank you,
Matthew Gray G.