Jill rolls up to Trent's place with the finished suit. He's young, loaded, and used to getting what he wants. She smiles, hands over the jacket and pants, then tells him she'll take a few final measurements while he wears it. Standard stuff. Trent gets a different idea. He starts laying it on thick, thinking she's been flirting with him the whole time. Jill steps back and tells him straight—she's only being polite because that's her job. That shuts down his fantasy fast, and he doesn't like it. She can see her paycheck about to vanish if she doesn't play along, so now she's stuck figuring out how to keep the client happy without crossing every line she just drew.
Jill rolls up to Trent's place with the finished suit. He's young, loaded, and used to getting what he wants. She smiles, hands over the jacket and pants, then tells him she'll take a few final measurements while he wears it. Standard stuff. Trent gets a different idea. He starts laying it on thick, thinking she's been flirting with him the whole time. Jill steps back and tells him straight—she's only being polite because that's her job. That shuts down his fantasy fast, and he doesn't like it. She can see her paycheck about to vanish if she doesn't play along, so now she's stuck figuring out how to keep the client happy without crossing every line she just drew.
