When Webb returned to his office, Trish let him know that Arthur was waiting for him. Clay just nodded, he didn't need the grief Joan didn't give him coming from her husband.

Clay entered and Arthur stood from the chair he was sitting in and shut the door. That usually meant they were discussing something for their ears only. Instead, Arthur poured them both some of his bottle of black label.

"Congratulations."

The conversation wandered from there for the next twenty minutes or so and they both found themselves asking when they became fascinated with younger blonde women who were better at their jobs than either one of their husbands could ever be.

Sometimes he could be modest.