Jimmy high-fived his handshake and Ben blinked. Okay, so that was a different first impression than he was used to. If he had done that to one of his father's business associates, he would've been gossiped into oblivion and locked in the basement for bringing inconceivable shame to his family. Clearly, high society Manhattan elitist traditions did not fly here in Morningstar Manor.
He grinned. Sweet.
"Where do you work?" he asked. That guy on the phone just now wasn't his boss, he guessed. That definitely would not have been tolerated at his father's company. Though he did overhear the Jimmy telling the guy he didn't want to do something on Thursday.
Ben had no clue what a "stuffed shirt" was, but he did catch the implication about the women. He was paying full attention now. "Yeah? That's cool. Do some go to the College here, or are there not a lot of students in this building?"