Charles decided to ignore it, thinking maybe she was just like that—weird, and smiling. "Alaric is having a meeting right now. He actually didn't plan for it. It was a sort of impromptu meeting. It was uncalled for so he had to attend to it using Skype. He'll be down in a moment, so in the meantime, I can keep you occupied. I'm Josephine, Alaric's wife." She explained, then introduced herself as she walked to him, extending her hand. He shook it politely and she held onto his hand. Charles wondered what was wrong with her. She had just called herself Alaric's wife so why was she still trying to flirt with him? Was she there to sabotage his mission? "Would you let go please?" He asked, the words polite and soft but nothing like the hard look in his eyes, and she smiled and left his hand. "You're just what I like. Well, follow me. I want to give you a tour of our house as requested by Alaric. He's sorry for keeping you waiting when you must be busy so he wanted you to take your mind off it." She informed him, and he stood to his feet—willing to go round the house instead of staying and having to watch all of Josephine's tear-jerking advances. "Oh, goodness me. You might have to wait a bit. I'm afraid I'm not in the right clothes." She suddenly said, with a voice laced thick with honey, and Charles looked at the little gown she was wearing that looked a lot like a fancy nightgown. "That's quite true. I'll be here." He said, sitting back on the sofa. "I'll be back in five minutes. Trust me, I'm not like other ladies who take an hour to dress up." She assured him as she brushed back her hair with her hands, but Charles didn't even pay her any attention. She ran across the floor for the spiral stairs, smiling like a kid who had just been given a new toy and couldn't wait to play with it. Charles didn't know how he could ward her off and let her know he was not and would never be interested in such, because he didn't want her making such advances at him when he was talking with Mr. Dane. It would be too bad if Mr. Dane noticed his wife flirting with him, Charles, and he might get angry and decide not to think about buying the land at all. Just as she had said, she came down five minutes later, wearing a skimpy red gown that hiked up with each step she took. The gown had tiny straps and was a little too exposing as her cleavages peeked out of her dress. She had also applied more red lipstick on her lips. Charles was really starting to feel things were going South. Why would she dress like that while taking a man on a tour of the house knowing her husband was going to meet that same man, that same day. "Follow my lead, Mr. Lincoln, or may I call you Charles?" She asked, and Charles' eye twitched. "No." He replied, and she placed a hand to her chest. "I like a bold man, and not a yes man. Let's go. I'll show you around." She told him, and led the way. As they went, she stopped by the fridge and took out two glasses and without warning, threw one towards him which he caught mainly due to his reflexes. She smiled at that, and took out a bottle of wine, uncorked it, then poured for the both of them. "Nothing better than an expensive wine while going on an incredible house tour with an irresistible woman." she told him shamelessly. They had just met that day and she was throwing herself at him without even knowing a thing about him. "This is the study. We have a study each to ourselves but this is something more like general." She explained and he saw that there was a large window where they could sit and watch a stream flow by gently. It was a really nice house. They walked further into the house, and finally, she took him into a room. "This room is simply the room where I tell you my intentions. Go out with me." She said, and he furrowed his brows. "I'm a business man not a manwhore." He spat out, dropping his glass of wine on a shelf next to him and she burst into laughter. "Oh really? Maybe I'm the one to offer you the very thing you want." "I can assure you I'm not interested in associating with the wife of my client beyond business relations." He informed her, and she stared at him. "I'm interested. You're young, well-built and quite the handsome one. Is anything wrong in playing a bit? As you can see, I've got myself an old man as an husband." "I'm afraid I didn't influence your choice of marriage partner." He told her, and threw open the door, exiting the room, and she followed him. "You're going to keep acting all tough? Are you really going to do that? I can give you what you want. You only need to roll with me." She insisted, and Charles began to feel disgusted by her shamelessness. She was begging a man who she had just met that day to go out with her when she had willingly chosen an old man all because of his wealth. Just then her phone rang and she raised it to her ear. "Yes, honey. Oh, of course, we're on our way." She answered sweetly after hearing her husband speak, then she dropped the phone and took the lead. "We don't say anything about this." She said bossily, walking briskly and Charles scoffed silently. Mr. Dane reviewed the magazine of the land Charles was trying to sell to him. "Building a land here is the perfect spot because it's right at the spot where the beauty of Chicago can be seen. It would prosper as any kind of building, a hotel, an apartment, a company and so many other things, I assure you, you won't regret…" "Mr. Lincoln." Mr. Dane interrupted staring at him in the eye. "Yes, Mr. Dane." "You may return some other day, as for today, I'm not interested in this." He said plainly, dropping the magazine on the table in front of him, and Charles followed the magazine. Indeed, Mr. Dane's obstinacy was going to be a huge problem.