Hm. Now this had been unexpected. Normally whenever Lisa got gifts, the admirers were practically tripping over themselves to include their names, and even contact info.
This, however, had come directly to her apartment, not to the fan-mail address at the plaza. Still, it had come standard mail, rather than just being dropped, so she wasn't /too/ unnerved. She supposed Julian could have sent it, but anonymity wasn't usually his style when he was being materially affectionate.
Still, the quality was top-notch, and she could tell it would fit like a glove. She took some time getting herself suited up, pulled on a trench-coat, and, after confirming she wouldn't be interrupting anything, headed for his office.
Upon arriving, she's feeling a foot taller (not altogether inaccurate with the boots it came with) and just simply delighted at anticipating his reaction. She slips into his office.
"Good afternoon, Mister Howard." She'll smirk and start undoing the belt of the trenchcoat.
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