Bruce grabbed the ironed shirt off the hanger in his closet, he made sure it was a crisp white one for the work dinner in an hour with his 'job'. Which was obviously a lie and a coverup for gang activity.

He carefully buttoned his pants, slipped his belt through the belt loops, and put on his fanciest dress shoes. 'They might already be dressed' he thought to himself, hoping he didn't have to make a scene.

His shoes made every step sound heavy as he stepped down the stairs, making sure every butler, and maid were working to his expectations. Once he was satisfied, he went to look for his spouse.

When he found them, he saw his spouse laying on the couch, clearly not ready.

'Get up. I told you we were leaving soon. Why aren't you dressed??' Bruce asked harshly

Bruce snatched the chips they were crunching on 'you're getting bigger already, you don't need these.'