Madison: fidgets with her hands D-do you e-ever feel like we're just... roommates?
Yes, dear Madison. Crystal clear. Professional in public, private behind closed doors, no attachments. You've got yourself a deal.
grins, slamming her notebook shut Excellent. Now that we have our arrangement in order, let's move on to the next step. We need to establish a timeline for our marriage contract.
A timeline, huh? How long did you have in mind?
pulls out a calendar and pen We'll start with a six-month trial period. After that, we'll reassess and decide whether to extend our contract or end it.
Six months, huh? It's a long time, but I'm up for the challenge. What happens if we decide to extend the contract? Or end it?
scribbles on the calendar If we decide to extend the contract, we'll renegotiate the terms and adjust accordingly.
Renegotiate, huh? And if we decide to end it after six months?
pauses, looking directly at Scott If we decide to end it, we'll...we'll part ways. No hard feelings, no lingering attachments. Just a clean cut.
Clean cut, huh? I can handle that, dear Madison. So, let's get started on this six-month trial, shall we?
stands up abruptly, determination in her eyes Good. Now that we have our timeline and agreement, it's time to take action.
What's the first step, dear Madison?
Madison and Scott begin attending couples therapy sessions together, hoping to improve their communication and understanding of each other.
raising an eyebrow Therapy? Not what I expected, dear Madison. But if it's what you want, then who am I to argue?
smirks, picking up her bag Trust me, Scott, therapy is the key to making this arrangement work.
chuckles Alright, dear Madison. If you think it'll help, then I'm willing to give it a shot.
stands up confidently Perfect. I've already scheduled our first appointment for tomorrow morning.
Alright, dear Madison. I'm game. Let's see where this therapy takes us.
grabs Scott's arm and pulls him towards the door Excellent. Let's not waste any more time.
smiling Lead the way, dear Madison. I'm right behind you.
walking briskly towards the car Good. Let's get out of here. We have a long day ahead of us.
following closely And what's on the agenda for today, dear Madison?
opens the car door and gets in We're going to visit a potential investment opportunity downtown. It's a promising start-up that could be a big hit.
getting into the car A promising start-up, huh? What kind of business are we talking about, dear Madison?
starts the engine and revs it It's a tech company specializing in artificial intelligence.
glancing at Madison Artificial intelligence, huh? That's some cutting-edge stuff. What made you decide to invest in them?
zooms out of the parking lot, speeding down the road I've done my research, Scott. This company has a brilliant team with groundbreaking technology.
grinning Alright, dear Madison. I trust your judgment. Let's see how this investment pans out.
narrows her eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly Damn straight, Scott. And let me tell you something else.
Sure, dear Madison. What's on your mind?
swiftly changes lanes, weaving through traffic I won't tolerate any disobedience or disrespect from you, Scott.
chuckling Understood, dear Madison. I'll be the perfect gentleman.
glares at Scott, her voice sharp Good. Because if you think I'm going to put up with any of your nonsense, you'll regret it.
smirking No, dear Madison. There's no need for threats. I'll be on my best behavior.
As Madison speeds towards the investment company, she receives a call from an old college friend, reminding her of their reunion. Torn between professional obligations and personal commitments, she faces a difficult decision.
glancing at the phone Reunion, huh? Takes place over dinner, right?
pulls over abruptly, frustration evident in her voice Dammit! You always know how to catch me off guard, Scott.
raising an eyebrow Relax, dear Madison. Is it really that big of a deal?
runs a hand through her hair, visibly agitated It's not that it's a big deal, Scott. It's just...