"Whatever works," Benji said, leaning forward and craning his neck so he could press a kiss to her cheek. He had no doubt that she would agree to whatever he suggested; Clara was among the most agreeable women he knew, and the others worked below him (and likely felt obligated to appease him). With little left to be said, Benji moved away from her and towards the bed, the mere sight of it bringing a wave of exhaustion crashing over him.
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