"Mmm. The burden I must eternally bear. Much like yourself, Bruce. I'm sure you can't go very few places without being recognized." Taking the drink, he sipped. "How is it," he said with a tone of mock indignation, "that you always seem to have the better stuff? I may have to knock you out and steal this bottle." Inwardly, he checked a slight pang of jealousy.
"Kyle? Hmm. I know the name, but not the face. Knowing your tastes, however, she'll undoubtedly have a very pretty one. Try not to lose too much of your money while with her." He gave Bruce a sympathetic smile. "Bruce. Someday, I hope you'll take your company as seriously as you take your women. A bit of friendly advice from one billionaire to the next," he said, congenially, "there will always be beautiful women. But most of them aren't worth serious consideration."
"Yes, projects. Nothing definite, just ideas. I won't bore you with the details, merely a few government contracts that we both might find mutually beneficial."