"Hey, Eric!"
"Hey, Charles, my man! How are thing's going on with your wife and kids?"
"Oh, you know. Jolyne's being a handful as always. But hey, the kids are getting along finally. Specifically, Myers. Don't know if I ever told you, but Myers, when he was Daniel's age, was a hell of a troublemaker. But thankfully, it looks like age is mellowing him out already, even though he's a teenager now. I guess the fear of God was put into him at one point. I'm just glad everything's working out well for my family..."
"I see. Well, we've had a very good rundown with Fredbearina's Family Diner. It's going super well!"
"I've heard. I'm actually surprised the Family Diner locations are doing so well. Family restaurants are just as popular, if not more so, than cabarets. By the way, that isn't jealousy on my part."
"I know, Charles. But I do have something that I need to talk to you about. It's important."
"Sure! What is it?"
"A lot of people have been concerned about the safety of the cabarets since the Vanishing of '83. Understandably so, given that your family's disappearance occurred not far from the original location in Utah. Furthermore, your first ever nightguard, a female nightguard, had an interview with our company and will be arriving tomorrow night."
"I noticed. That's why I've been posting job postings for nightguards in Fredbearina's Cabaret's other locations across America. This should keep our business running in the event that something similar happens again. I would say I missed my parents, grandparents, uncle, and aunt. They have, however, revealed their true colors since that night. And, to be honest, I'm glad I didn't take my wife or kids to meet them."
"Don't say that. I'm sure something happened to them that caused them to act the way they did. Don't let their final words get to you, man. I'm sure they still loved you for who you are today. My parents felt the same way when I became friends with you and started this business with you."
"Perhaps you're right. I guess I've gotten ahead of myself lately."
"Tell you what, Charles. I'll run the company by myself for a week. I'll inform everyone that you're taking a week-long anniversary vacation to spend time with your wife and children. Is that all right with you?"
"Sure, if it's not too much for you. A week's vacation would be ideal for me. Just one thing, though. I'll call you every afternoon to check in with the company."
"Deal."
"Thanks, Eric. You're a real one. Gotta go."
"Alright, Charles. Take care of yourself and your family!"
"You too, Eric. You, too..."