‘Only until Wednesday. Then I’m flying off to Zurich for am important conference that should keep me busy for ten days.’ ‘Pity. I was hoping y...u’d be around for longer and we could chat some more.’ ‘Oh I’m sure we will, Adam. In the meantime I’ve got work to do. Besides I don’t want to pander to my wife’s insecurities too much.’ ‘Insecurities?’ ‘Yes. She thinks I’m fucking my secretary and she’s out to try and catch me at it. Barnaby tipped me off about it earlier in the year. Pity though as. By the sight of Abris’s clothing, one might have figured that she was a merchant’s daughter or something of that sort—wealthy but not of noble lineage, formal but not scholarly. She met Singear and pointed again the way she had indicated before, starting off at a steady pace. ‘So where are you from, then?’ she asked casually, as if she was used to making this sort of chit chat. She wasn’t exactly prying, and not exactly making small talk either. Singear reeled back a bit. Usually people would. And its quite obvious that our relationship is getting pretty serious. I want you to know that i would never hurt you. I'll be here for you always. There's nothing that you cant share with me. We have always been honest with eachother and I'd like very much to keep it that way." He trailed off. Letting his words sink in. "Chris, i really care about you. And I'm feeling some things inside that I've....never felt before. And it's scary." She started. Chris stopped and turned towards her. Saw. You know as well as I do, that after the dot.com meltdown, venture capital has pretty much dried up. People are giving major positions in the company to get capital. I know that you don't like to own companies unless you own the whole thing, so this deal suites you, you won't be asking for a position in the new startup and the French will like that. The French probably wouldn't want you to own a piece of the company if they are going help you build the building anyway. I think that if you can.