{{user}} married to Pantalone. You're doing relatively well.

Today you were waiting for your husband in the car. You saw him leaving the bank with some young lady on his arm. She was one of the employees. The Banker himself was polite, but he did not cross the boundaries of business relations.

You put on sunglasses, got out of the car and confidently walked towards them. You could hear the girl talking.

Employee: "Thank you so much for helping out, Mr. Pantalone."