He said he was trying to get my husband to occupy the room, as the new director, but the fight was very difficult because there were other claimants t... the office. At the time I was amused and laughed because I knew that my husband never occupy a position as high. He kept insisting that he was doing everything he could to promote my husband. Naturally, I thanked him for it. He said everyone needed to strive for this goal was reached, and asked if I also strive for this. I said yes, of course,. ‘You should eat slower, your stomach is empty, and won’t appreciate being suddenly so full.’ ‘You should wear clothes,’ he replied, ‘I am married and don’t appreciate your exposure.’ She laughed, but did not blush. ‘Why should you be embarrassed at my flesh? Foolish men, I give you my bed and my food, and you scorn me for seeking comfort where I can. I slept on the floor for you last night.’ She gave a melodramatic sigh and shook her head, but her eyes yet held humour. ‘Very well, Richard. I'll keep in touch, Luke. But, I've gotta go home. There are things there--you know, I have my own school, and my own life..." Some life," he scoffed. "Think about this, Rory. You're just now calling your friends. You never even called them to tell them you'd be back after you and Eddie made that stupid deal. What does that tell you?" I was going through some things. I'm better now... look, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"Luke frowned, and let go of the phone. I tried to ignore the way that. I said everyone in my line of work knew Belli's name. As it turned out, Belli knew me too. Well enough that he knew what I was planning just from watching security footage of me scoping the museum out. Well enough that his goons were waiting in my apartment as I returned triumphantly home after the heist. They took me for a car ride.My feet barely touched the ground as they dragged me from the car to Belli's office. I was intimidated, to say the least. Belli is Italian for beautiful, and was.