“Look.” Emery takes Wyatt’s hands as she steps into his closet, going through his clothing. “If you want to be the next tech genius—don’t know why you do, but this is what you tell me you want—then you need to brand yourself well. And part of branding yourself is how you look.”
Wyatt groans as he flops back against the bed. All he wants to do is make stuff and bask in the glory of the stuff he made. He never thought that being a tech genius would be so much work, but apparently, he was wrong.
Emery’s head pops out from the walk-in closet again, and she gives him a look. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.” He takes a deep breath before propping himself up on his elbows. “But I don’t have a head for this stuff. I’m gonna fuck it up.”
“You pay me the big bucks to make sure you don’t fuck it up.” She steps out of the closet, a few shirt options in hand. “Tell me the kind of CEO you want to be.”
Wyatt sighs as he pushes himself up further, considering. “Cool. Young. Just super-causal and chill.”
“Typical tech bro.”
“That’d offend me if you didn’t work in PR.” He pouts at her, and she rolls her eyes before tossing one of the band t-shirts in his closet towards him.
“You have a ton of these in your closet. We’re going to make them work for you.” He looks down at the fairly new shirt. The ton he has in his closet is not in this great condition, but he has a feeling she has a fix for that. She studies the rest of his outfit. “Those jeans are decent, just change the shirt.”
And then, she disappears into the closet again. He stares at her retreating form before doing as he’s told, pulling off the sweater he’s wearing and sliding on the t-shirt. When Emery reemerges, she places a pair of dress shoes down in front of him, before holding open a jacket. He slips his arms in before putting on the shoes as she steps back to admire her work.
When he looks up, he’s not sure he recognizes the guy in the mirror. He stares at himself for a moment, before smoothing down the front of the jacket and turning from side to side. “Whoa. I look like an adult.”
“See?” she grins, before moving to rest her arm on his shoulder. “Professional, but chill. You like it?”
“I think I can live with it,” Wyatt admits, before looking over at her with a smile. “But not all my band shirts look this good.”
She waves a hand. “That’s alright. We’ll get you a fresh stable of newer ones that are specifically for public appearances.”
“You really think I can do this?”
“I think you’re going to kill it.” She gives his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re charismatic and you’re funny and you know your shit. I’m just dressing up what’s already there.”
Wyatt turns back to her with a smile before nodding. “Thank you.”
“What’re friends for,” she admits. “Also, you’re paying me a stupid amount of money.”
“That is very true. Good to know you’ve earned every penny.”
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“Look.” Emery takes Wyatt’s hands as she steps into his closet, going through his clothing. “If you want to be the next tech genius—don’t know why you do, but this is what you tell me you want—then you need to brand yourself well. And part of branding yourself is how you look.”
Wyatt groans as he flops back against the bed. All he wants to do is make stuff and bask in the glory of the stuff he made. He never thought that being a tech genius would be so much work, but apparently, he was wrong.
Emery’s head pops out from the walk-in closet again, and she gives him a look. “Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.” He takes a deep breath before propping himself up on his elbows. “But I don’t have a head for this stuff. I’m gonna fuck it up.”
“You pay me the big bucks to make sure you don’t fuck it up.” She steps out of the closet, a few shirt options in hand. “Tell me the kind of CEO you want to be.”
Wyatt sighs as he pushes himself up further, considering. “Cool. Young. Just super-causal and chill.”
“Typical tech bro.”
“That’d offend me if you didn’t work in PR.” He pouts at her, and she rolls her eyes before tossing one of the band t-shirts in his closet towards him.
“You have a ton of these in your closet. We’re going to make them work for you.” He looks down at the fairly new shirt. The ton he has in his closet is not in this great condition, but he has a feeling she has a fix for that. She studies the rest of his outfit. “Those jeans are decent, just change the shirt.”
And then, she disappears into the closet again. He stares at her retreating form before doing as he’s told, pulling off the sweater he’s wearing and sliding on the t-shirt. When Emery reemerges, she places a pair of dress shoes down in front of him, before holding open a jacket. He slips his arms in before putting on the shoes as she steps back to admire her work.
When he looks up, he’s not sure he recognizes the guy in the mirror. He stares at himself for a moment, before smoothing down the front of the jacket and turning from side to side. “Whoa. I look like an adult.”
“See?” she grins, before moving to rest her arm on his shoulder. “Professional, but chill. You like it?”
“I think I can live with it,” Wyatt admits, before looking over at her with a smile. “But not all my band shirts look this good.”
She waves a hand. “That’s alright. We’ll get you a fresh stable of newer ones that are specifically for public appearances.”
“You really think I can do this?”
“I think you’re going to kill it.” She gives his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re charismatic and you’re funny and you know your shit. I’m just dressing up what’s already there.”
Wyatt turns back to her with a smile before nodding. “Thank you.”
“What’re friends for,” she admits. “Also, you’re paying me a stupid amount of money.”
“That is very true. Good to know you’ve earned every penny.”