Benedict: [photo]
Janie: What is that, the world’s smallest appetizer?
Benedict: Yes, and also the most expensive. I bet your spaghetti tastes better too.
Janie: Doubtful. Are you in the city?
Benedict: Someplace called Milwaukee
Janie: Working dinner?
Benedict: Always. (If by working you mean eating and getting pissed with my employees.)
Janie: Everyone in the world is not your employee
Benedict: Almost
Janie: What are you actually doing on these trips?
Benedict: Miss me?
Janie: Bye, Benedict
Benedict: Oh alright, woman! I have been doing every appearance Dad and his cronies in the C-Suite don’t want to do. He doesn’t want to come stateside as much anymore. Important ribbon cuttings and fundraisers. Product launches and property unveilings. I really just stand and look hot for the official photos.
Janie: Ever so humble
Benedict: Humility is for poor people
Janie: um, wow.
Benedict: Just trying to make you flush with rage. Are you flushed? Take a photo
Janie: Why do I answer your texts?
Benedict: Because I’m your husband.
Benedict: Your hot husband.
Janie: Preening for photos and taking women out for dinner. Sounds like you’ve found your calling.
Benedict: Women?
Janie: Isn’t that what you meant by employees?
Benedict: [selfie]
Benedict: As you can see, Mrs. Clark, there are four men and one woman at dinner, whom I am not sitting next to, as I am a happily married man.
Janie: You can sit by whoever you want
Benedict: Sure ;)
Janie: I mean it, I don’t even know why I asked
Benedict: Of course ;)
Janie: Quit it
