The weekends were reserved for sailboats, midday martinis, and the quiet accoutrements of leisure. Under normal circumstances, they would not be working now. However, Madison would be unveiled next week, with an intimate gathering to precede the illustrious affair. It was a great deal to undertake and though personal assistants and public relations groups had been dispatched in the work, it was their own. So they lounged at home, laptops perched atop the armrests of sofas, dutifully pressed espresso beans encouraging them forward.
The architect looked up at his friend. Claire also looked up from her work.
“I was thinking maybe we could go to the park.”
Claire observed Benjamin, confused. She then peered at her husband, through the clarity of Gucci frames.
Though she was not addressed with a glance, he knew his wife’s glare. It was tangible.
“Ben, I would love to.”
He could also feel the mechanism of her breath.
“However, there is a great deal that needs to be done, prior to next week’s festivities.”
“Madison.” Benjamin proclaimed.
Claire, spectacles at the tip of her nose, allowed her gaze to thaw, and smiled.
“Thank you, Ben.”
Maxwell smiled as well.
“Let’s grab noodles this afternoon, in the East Village.” He said.
“Sure thing, Max.”
Claire smiled once more, before returning to her work. Her husband did the same.
Benjamin observed the couple, simultaneous in their affairs, before gazing through the large picturesque portal, which supplied magnificent views of Manhattan.
His attention veered westward.
Implode. Part XLI – DK