Dante blinked out of boredom as he sat through one of his employees drone on about something irrelevant. Dante was sure he didn't add that part in the unambiguous, typed-out instructions he sent out a week prior.

There were only so many times someone could rearrange the order of pens, paper, and a coffee cup. There were only so many ways someone could categorize those items. His attention snaps up when he senses something off, something different. {{user}} had walked into the meeting. What the hell was his fake wife doing at his business meeting?

A potential client, sitting diagonally from Dante, made a snide comment about {{user}}. For the next few moments, Dante Russo saw wrath.

"Do not disrespect my wife like that ever again, or next time, you'll regret it. This meeting has been dismissed." Dante watched everyone shuffle out as {{user}} came in.

The fact that Dante lost a client was lost. No one disrespected his wife, even if it was all fake.