Charles immediately fished out a casual sweatshirt, took off his white shirt, and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Business men did anything for business' sake, he kept on repeating in his head as he styled his hair in front of the mirror. "Perfect." He whispered to himself, slathering cream on it. All he needed at the moment was the perfect way to gain her trust. She wasn't to know that it was the power she exercised over her husband that he needed, and not her, unless she might be unwilling because he could tell she was going to be a handful of she wanted to cause trouble. After trying to look his best, Charles left his house in a casual yellow sweatshirt, grey pants, and his hair styled to perfection while still maintaining a casual look, and hailed a cab, telling the driver the address he was going to. About half an hour later, Charles showed up at Mr. Dane's residence when the moon was already high in the sky, shining down in a beautiful crescent. His fingers found the bell and clicked on it, and the shrill sang rang out. Almost immediately, Josephine was there, smiling as she saw it was hhe who had pressed the doorbell. The gates swung open and Charles walked in through the path of flowers before getting to the front porch, and having Josephine open the door for him. "Welcome, Mr. Lincoln. It's a pleasure to see you." She squealed as she opened the door wide for him to enter the house. He flashed her a smile and got into the house, then Josephine closed the door quickly and followed after him. Mr. Dane was in the dining room already sitting in front of a plate of chicken pie. "Welcome." He said to Charles with a smile and Charles returned the smile along with a little bow. Josephine made him sit on a chair opposite her, and he did. "I was scared it was going to get all cold by the time you returned but luckily it's still as hot as it should be." Josephine said, with a sweet smile as she served chicken pie on a plate. "I'm happy I met it the way it ought to be." Charles commented and they all roared in laughter. "Here." Josephine said, passing his plate to him, and he deliberately made his fingers brush over hers as he pulled the plate towards him. He took his first bite, and made a sound of approval, and Josephine looked at him in glee. "Is it that good?" She asked, taking a bite herself and he nodded. "My Josephine knows how to cook a lot." Mr. Dane said, as he began to dig into his mashed potatoes. "I can taste it already." Charles commented, and Josephine blushed. They ate and conversed over dinner, and Charles could see that Mr. Dane truly treasured Josephine and that if anyone could convince him to buy the land, it was her. Finally, when he was leaving, Mr. Dane asked Josephine to see him off just as he had done earlier that day and it was to Charles advantage. "Are you cold to people you meet for the first time or something changed your mind?" She asked as they walked him to where he was going to get a cab to his hotel. "Maybe both." "Okay, then may I ask what changed your mind?" She asked, folding her arms. "Well, for one. I thought it was too good of an opportunity to waste. Look at you, just as you're interested, I figured I was also interested." He lied, slowing to match her pace which she made deliberately slow. "Do you really mean this? You're not just cooking something up are you?" She asked him, pointing an accusatory finger. "I'm not. I'm just a strange man." He countered. "And here I was, thinking you'd be so hard to get. Well, turns out it's still a lot for me to take. You were so obnoxious earlier today." She told him, as she ran a hand through her hair. "Well, then how about we have dinner tomorrow. Just me and you—somewhere sweet. I'm sure there are a lot of restaurants here in Chicago to go to." Charles suggested and she blushed. "I like your choice of words. Just me and you." She told him as she placed a hand on his arm. Charles had the urge to swipe it off but didn't. "Today's dinner would have been really nice. It was just Mr. Dane I had an issue with." Charles said, laying out his plan. "Alaric?" She asked with a laugh. "He rejected me down flat. That was horrible." "Look, I can fix this whole thing." She told him, turning him to her, and bang! He had her right where he wanted her. "Fix? Your husband is hell bent on rejecting this offer." He blurted out."From what you saw today, shouldn't you realize that if there's anyone who can convince old Alaric, it's me?" She asked, and he scoffed within. Of course he had noticed it, and that was why he was playing along with her. "You know what? That's right. He adores you, but I still doubt you can actually pull it off." He said, folding his arms and in the process shrugging her hand off his harm without her noticing. "Listen. I can make this work if you behave well. If you can make me happy, then I'll convince him for you, Alaric is really not a big deal. He cherishes me. He gets me all I want. Even when I accidentally make the food salty, he still tells me it's just the right definition of tasty. You know, his time has passed so where can he get a woman who's willing to spend her life with him? Nowhere, and that's why he's clinging onto me." She told him, haughtily with pride in her face, and he took in a deep breath. "Then let's see if you can really do it. I make you happy, and you convince him." He told her, and she raised a brow. "Wait a minute business man. You're not trying to use me for your business deal, are you?" She asked, and Charles blinked thrice, taken off guard by her words. "You are!" She spat at him with anger seeping into her eyes. No. It was going wrong. Charles couldn't let it all go down the drain.