White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey Novels & Stories

Designed to sound impressive without saying anything specific. I kept scrolling. There — buried six results down, in an article from a legal trade publication — a photograph from 2019. Rebecca Strathmore at a corporate law conference, standing beside a younger version of herself and three other lawyers. The caption identified her by a different name. Rebecca Wolfe, founding partner, Ashford & Clarke. I sat back in my chair. Wolfe. Cazien's mother. Business formal, the email had said. I owned one suit that qualified. Charcoal gray, purchased for my college graduation and worn twice since then. The jacket fit well enough. The skirt was conservative. The whole ensemble had the quality of someon

Allen chewed quietly as he looked at the three outfits he had narrowed his choices down too. He could go with the green silk button down, black slim fit pants and black frock coat. But the shirt was starting to get a little tight around his middle, he thought to himself, biting savagely into his sandwich. Maybe the bright red v neck cashmere sweater with the black leather pants and alligator boots? Perhaps he could wear his favourite suspenders with it or was that too casual? He pondered. Probably. He stuffed his last bite in, savouring the tangy goodness of the pickles before his eyes landed on the last outfit. A light grey 3 piece pinstripe suit with a crisp white shirt. He wondered for a

The collar of the dress was enough to compliment her neck. It took her a while to answer Noah’s call. The moment he came in he was petrified when his eyes laid on Ophelia. His shocked expression lingered long as his eyes studied her carefully. Noah, just as Ophelia expected, was dressed up in a mismatched three-piece tuxedo, a white blazer, and black trousers. Ophelia instantly saw that his cufflinks were the same color as her dress. She wondered if it were a coincidence. “You…” he paused. “Look beautiful.”

The little café nestled on the corner of the busy street was the perfect blend of cozy and elegant. Soft jazz played in the background, and the scent of fresh coffee beans mixed with the sweet aroma of pastries. People were going round their normal business, winter is almost gone. Jeffrey sat by the window, dressed in a simple white shirt and dark jeans, yet somehow managing to look like he belonged on the cover of a high-end magazine. His dark hair was effortlessly styled, and the way he sipped his coffee, his long fingers wrapped around the cup, made several women passing by steal glances.

Her white high heels almost made her as tall as Alexander. Hector wore a cool gray suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. He didn’t feel like wearing a tie and the invitation had said it was semi-casual affair. So, he knew he wouldn’t be committing a fashion faux paw if he didn’t wear a tie. The last thing he wanted was to offend Victoria Van Dyke’s proper ways. Cassandra approached Caitlin. “You look absolute spectacular, Caitlin. Soon I will have a sister. Welcome to the family.” Cassandra air kissed Caitlin, probably not wanting to mess up her cathedral veil which was lovely.

“No, no I don’t have a problem with you choosing my suit. Go ahead.” I smile and he heads to the shower as I rifle through his suits. I select a dark grey three-piece with a black silk shirt and a silver tie. I lay them out on the bed then return to look through his cufflinks. I spot a set that caught my eye the first time I wandered into the closet, but I want him to wear those on Saturday, so I choose a pair of white gold cufflinks with an onyx inlay and the letter ‘c’ engraved into them. I step out of the closet and see Grant standing by the bed looking at the suit. A towel is wrapped around his waist and there are water droplets on his muscular shoulders that are tempting me into wanting

Nyla nods curtly, eyes skimming over me. “I'll be right back.” She says, and shuts the door behind her. I feel myself relax a little, but Cassian's attention is glued to his phone. Whatever is on there, it can't be good. It's never good. “Penny for your thoughts?” “It's just business.” He answers too fast, and it doesn't help the wheels grinding in my brain. So I wait. Nyla returns with the tux, and I watch him disappear behind the black curtain and emerge in a three piece navy blue tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his frame.

The next morning, Nathaniel stood in front of his massive mirror, his fingers shook a little as he adjusted his collar. Usually, he only wore dark grays or black, colors which seemed as cold as his icy heart had been. But today, he reached for a tailored white suit. He remembered that Elara always liked seeing him in white and today he ended up wearing the same color for her.

Evelyn's POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the CEO’s office. Today, I wasn't wearing "Miller Blue." I was wearing a sharp, snow-white power suit. It was the color of a fresh start. It was the color of someone who had nothing to hide. Cade was sitting in the leather chair by the window, watching me. He was dressed in black, as always. We looked like a study in opposites. Light and shadow. "Are you ready?" he asked. His voice was low and steady.

Pencil skirts, silk blouses, tailored blazers, stilettos. “Is this… an office wear intervention?” Calla muttered, holding up a navy power suit. “Orders,” Neva said simply, arms crossed. Calla narrowed her eyes. “Orders from Killian?” Neva stayed silent, which was answer enough. After the fourth rack of “boss lady” outfits, Calla crossed her arms. “What is this man plotting?” No one answered. Meanwhile, at Killian’s office… Selene entered, having spent an unnecessary amount of time fixing her hair and smoothing her dress outside the door.