Josef was dressed in a finely tailored suit. While of excellent quality, it was not from any extravagant designer. The materials were finely spun, and the craftsmanship was perfect but Bruno was never the kind of man to throw money at a name for recognition alone.
Among Bruno's eight children, Josef was one of two who had inherited the rare but ever-present red hair that traced through the family's bloodline. It was neatly styled and combed. His teal eyes glistened in the mirror as his mother ensured he looked perfect for his upcoming meeting.
Heidi, ever the doting mother, gently patted his shoulders, brushing invisible dust from the fabric of his beige three-piece suit. His wine-colored silk tie and matching pocket square had been perfectly placed, though she continued to fidget with them out of reflex.
