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"You look gorgeous and noble in your formal shirt and suit!" Cyntia complimented her son's attractiveness.

"Isn't this getting too old for me, Mom? Can I wear my shirt and pants, and what about my Gucci fashion shoes?" Bryan inquired, half-whiningly.

Cyntia slapped her son's shoulder in frustration. "Your dress style is fine for Mommy, but today you will be introduced as one of the administrators in the office; what do employees say when they see you wearing clothes with so many accents?" Cynthia chastised Bryan for leaving his clothing on the bed

"With a safety pin on the collar, a huge flowery print, silk material, and a plethora of strings, you are shown as an artist or a member of a boyband, not as a businessman." Cyntia hissed angrily.

"I'm not a businessman; I'm a fan of the world's fashion models; why can't Mommy understand me?" He made a stomping motion with his feet.

Cyntia grabbed Bryan's arm. "Stop moaning like a five-year-old child, and don't be ashamed of your biceps!" H