"The ones for the gala."
Matthew clicked his tongue. "Oh, those. They should be there already. They knew where to send it."
As if on cue, someone knocked on the door.
One of the male classmates opened it. A group of delivery staff entered, carrying garment bags.
Lenox let out a breath. "Thanks," he said into the phone. "Got them."
"Great. Enjoy the gala," Matthew said before he ended the call.
"Who here is Mr. Lindberg?"
Lenox turned to the delivery man. "I'm Mr. Lindberg."
The man nodded. "Then you'll need to sign here and handle the remaining balance. We accept cheques, bank transfers, or cards."
Lenox blinked. "What payment?"
The delivery man didn't blink. "The payment for the suits and accessories. This includes tailoring, overnight delivery, and venue drop-off. Total's twenty-eight thousand four hundred dollars."
Lenox stared at him. "That was supposed to be taken care of already." He gritted his teeth in silence. That bastard, Matthew!
