She could still recall the first time they had met. It had been her first day as a dropout in the middle of her sophomore year from Bridgestone High, and her first as a leading artist at the first M&Ccorp. in New York, America, and she was already being trusted with one of the company's most loyal clients.
"Emily Lockheart is our most qualified designer to suit your, erm, fashion needs," her new boss, John Hocke, stated to the fiery red headed man looking down on a cowering young Emily. "Right this way sir, she'll join you in a moment." John said directing the man to Emily's new office. John then pulled her aside, "Remember, Mr. Syndrome is one of our more, prestigious clients, and that we have a strict confidentiality policy." She could see the red head give a knowing smile as she nodded and trailed behind him into her office while Hocke closed the door.
Syndrome, as he had been referred to, didn't seem to be much older than herself, Emily noticed as she pulled her sketchbook out of one of the drawers in her new desk, then sat in her chair.
"So, um, what kind of outfit are you looking for?" Emily stammered shyly.
"A super suit. Something bold, yet classy. Oh, and definitely with an S on it. And try to play up my eyes a bit too." He said, elaborating with his hand when he noticed her gaping in shock at his request.
"Uh, oh-kay." She stuttered as she started sketching. Syndrome then crossed his arms and walked over to the large window gazing at the city below. Emily slightly taken aback by his regal stance, she could practically see him in the suit she was rapidly sketching.
When she had finished inking and coloring the design a few moments later she beckoned to him to come and tell her what he thought of it. It was a simple design, yes, with a giant white S and matching white gloves and boots across a black body suit and domino mask, with a black, and blue inside, cape that would "play up his eyes" just as he had requested.
"Its great! So, um, how long do I have to wait for it?" Syndrome nearly stammered in amazement at her drawing.
"Well I'm pretty sure we'll have to fly in the fabric from a fellow manufacturer, but you should only have to wait a couple of hours. Perhaps you could drop by at four? Just to be sure?" Emily said gesturing to the clock which had just struck one o' clock.
"Yeah, sure, that'd be fine. Who do I pick it up from though?" Syndrome asked.
"Um, since my shift's over by then, Mr. Hocke should have it at the front desk." Emily said glancing at the clock again.
"Oh, well that's a shame, I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Syndrome said as he moved her pink side bangs behind her ear with the rest of her black hair. He then slid his hand down her cheek and underneath her chin, lifting her head slightly so he could look at her beautiful sky blue eyes better. Just as Emily began to glance nervously back and forth between his blue eyes John Hocke burst through the door assuring Syndrome that his suit would be finished in a few hours and to come back to the front desk at four to pick it up.
After Syndrome had been escorted out to his car Emily waited out the remainder of her shift only to be kept late by and annoying client who refused to make up her mind about a certain color scheme, which caused Emily to run into Syndrome on her way home.
As she approached her door he sped by and waved at her from his black Ferrari. She just looked back nervously until he had driven out of sight. Emily then found herself trembling as she cautiously unlocked the door to her house, half expecting him to be waiting for her inside. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to this kind of attention, she was actually a very pretty girl; average height at the time (she had grown a few inches since then), slightly curvy, people just didn't usually look past the pink side bangs and black painted lips.