Charles stared at the magazine not knowing how he was going to sneak his way into Mr. Dane's heart if he wasn't even going to listen. Josephine picked up the magazine and stared at it, but didn't make a comment, she only sipped wine carefully as she stared at it, and then seconds later, her eyes met Charles' and she raised a brow. He looked away from her, and turned to Mr. Dane. "What day do you think would be perfect for you to listen?" Charles asked, and Mr. Dane looked out the window with a look of utter disinterest pasted on his face. "I'll call you very soon. Although I do not assure you that I will still agree to buy the land." He continued, raising his glass to his lips. "Honey, don't drink too much wine. Whenever you drink too much, you do not eat whatever I cook." Josephine whined and she went over to him, taking the glass of wine from him gently, and he smiled up at her. "I can't help it. The wine is delicious." Mr. Dane countered, and she giggled. "It shouldn't be as sweet as the food I make." She told him, and went to drop the glasses in the kitchen. "I'll be expecting your message then." Charles spoke up, letting him know he was going to wait till their next meeting and wasn't going to leave Chicago. "Yes, I'll send Josephine to you." Mr. Dane responded, getting to his feet, and Charles also stood on his feet. "Oh, Mr. Lincoln. Is he leaving already? But I already have something cooking." Josephine whined like a kid when she saw Charles was leaving. "Would you mind staying for breakfast?" Mr. Dane asked with a smile. "I'm sorry I…" he was saying, but saw Mr. Dane turn to Josephine apologetically. He had to please Mr. Dane in whatever way he could. "I guess it could help, having something in my tummy before leaving." He said, and Josephine squealed in excitement. "I'll have the dining table set in a minute. It's just something small. A little microwaving and a little baking." Josephine informed them as she turned back, going into the kitchen. "Thanks for staying for breakfast. She gets really sensitive when it comes to food. " Mr. Dane said with a smile as they both went to the dining room, and Charles gave him a smile in return. Minutes after, Josephine set on the table a weird combination of Cinnamon rolls, Zucchini muffins, squid and steak, and Mr. Dane gave me a secret smile and I could see why she was sensitive about her cooking—she wasn't good at it.Despite the weird combinations, Charles ate without any complain while Mr. Dane showered Josephine with praises about the meal as he continued to munch, making satisfactory noises. After breakfast, Mr. Dane had asked Josephine to see Charles off which she had gladly accepted—pleased for another chance to be alone with Charles. "So, I guess you're really not interested then." Josephine said, trying to catch up with his rather large steps. "I already told you. How many times do I have to say it?" He asked, and she bit her lip. "If you're ever interested, you can always call me." She said, slipping her business card into his pocket. "You're wasting your card, because I will not be calling." He told her without slowing his pace. "That's fine. I have hundreds more back at home. I could give you a hundred if you asked." She countered, and kept on following until Charles flagged down a cab, and called out the address of his hotel. "I guess I'll be seeing you— when next?" She asked as he got into the car. "Ask your husband." He shot at her with a smirk as he slammed the door of the cab, and it began to move. Josephine stared at him with her arms folded. Why was he so hard to get? All the men she had laid her eyes on and wanted had always wanted her in return and had been willing to accept her conditionz and what she offered them, but he was being so stubborn, just like her husband. When Alaric had shown her the photo of Charles who he had said was coming to make a proposal about a land he had rejected, she had been taken by everything about him, and she wasn't going to feel better until he was hers. After watching the cab leave till it wad out of sight, Josephine turned away, dropping her hands and walking back to the house slowly. Charles sat in the cab, and loosened his tie aggressively. Things had not worked out just as he had expected, and there was no way he could return. How was he to tell Mr. Grayson he wasn't able to convince Mr. Dane after Mr.Grayson had put all his hopes on thinking Charles was going to be able to convince Mr. Dane? There was simply no way he could do that so instead, he had to make sure Mr. Dane accepted his proposal. Later that evening, Charles received a call, and picked it up. "Hello. May I know who I'm speaking with?" He asked, and was shocked to hear Mr. Dane's gruff voice. "Do you mind coming over for dinner?" He asked, and Charles stopped what he was writing. He had been writing about the points with which he intended to try to convince Mr. Dane the next time they met. He could totally hear Josephine's voice in Mr. Dane's words. She had clearly made him do it because he had told her to ask her husband when she had asked for the next time they would meet. "I would love to." Charles replied, getting to his feet as a new thought sprang into his mind. "Great. It was nice eating with you, you seemed to love Josephine's food too." Mr. Dane commented, and Charles broke out in a grin. "Why, it was perfect." He remarked and Mr. Dane chuckled. "I was thinking of eating out, but that's not needed anymore. I would be on my way now." He informed him, and Mr Dane nodded. "Very well. We will be awaiting you." He added, and ended the call. Charles dropped his phone on the desk and went to the wardrobe he had filled with his clothes. His new plan was going to have to work because he had just figured the way to Mr. Dane's heart since words couldn't penetrate it. He simply had to go through his wife. Josephine.