Simon groaned and dipped his head to check himself over, tugging nervously on the cuffs of the dress shirt he was wearing for the fitting.  He couldn’t help himself; he just wanted to strip and bolt - forget the suit, forget the job, forget that he had only to turn around to see his reflection in triplicate.  So instead, he fidgeted, fingers aggressively massaging the expensive cloth as he summoned up the will to leave the dressing area.