Benedict: (nice to know you wouldn’t pick up the phone and call)
Janie: I considered it.
Benedict: So you do care about me. I might screenshot this conversation.
Janie: What’s with the lobby?
Benedict: This is supposed to be a high end health spa. Cryotherapy, hyperbaric chamber, red lights, injections and the like. Cutting edge. C.I. is about to pump a shitload of pounds into this sector and…look at it.
Benedict: The logo, the decor, it looks like an underfunded clinic in…whatever city I was just in
Janie: Milwaukee?
Benedict: Sure. Do you see it?
Janie: I do. The vibes are off
Benedict: EXACTLY.
Benedict: This is not at the level it should be for a C.I. subsidiary. Even Mellman’s has more wow factor than this.
Janie: Harsh
Benedict: Mellman’s branding has always been stellar. Their offices leave much to be desired but that’s why I got my beautiful bride the hell out of there.
Benedict: Now how pissed is this team going to be when I tell them they need to rework the entire brand right before their grand opening…
Janie: Very?
Benedict: Worth it?
Janie: I have no idea.
Benedict: What if I sent you a spreadsheet with the financial details, would that give you an idea?
Janie: Probably
Benedict: It’s got quite a few tabs at the bottom, does that turn you on?
Janie: [middle finger emoji]
Benedict: If that’s a real invitation my answer is absolutely yes. I’ll be ready the second you arrive on Friday.
Janie: It was not an invitation.
Benedict: Shame
Benedict: Shared the file with you. Let me know what you think.
Janie: Thank you, by the way.
Benedict: For?
Janie: For getting me out of the office.
Benedict: Of course, no one puts wifey in the corner
Janie: You had to ruin it
