>>18429398As Priscilla creeps away with a plan, Henry's phone would go off.
>Henry: Hello? Yes this is Mr. Emelia.>The Saudis did WHAT?>Yeah. Yeah. That low? Offer them 400 million, and an additional 10% bi-yearly.>Yeah. Yeah.>I know. Just get it in writing, sign off, and make this deal happen>I'll be right over to grab the paperwork.>Yeah. Bye. See you soon.>Hey Honey? I hate to cut our playtime short, but I just got some great news at work.>The Saudi's found a new site, and are selling off the rights for dirt cheap.>I've got to get over there and handle some of the paperwork, but I should be back within an hour, tops.As Henry gets up, he rushes to put his clothes back on, making sure to pick out the right power-tie to suit the occasion. As he'd go to sit on the bed, Gemma would look at him and whistle. Using a magic hand she'd straight his tie for him as she herself got up to get dressed. Henry would send a quick text message on his phone, alerting one of the chauffeurs to get the limo and bring it around. Before he'd dash out of the room, he's lean in to give his wife a kiss.
>Love you honey! See you soon! 