"This division is losing money."
Rafael looked up from his laptop.
"Which one?"
"The shipping company."
Noah glanced at the report.
"It has been losing money for three years."
Aria frowned.
"Why?"
"Old contracts."
Rafael leaned back in his chair.
"Most of them were negotiated by people who are no longer with us."
Aria looked at him.
"Then cancel them."
Rafael smiled.
"You're getting ruthless."
"No."
She closed the file.
"I'm getting practical."
Noah laughed.
"I like this version of Aria."
Rafael looked at him.
"I don't."
Noah raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"She gives me more work."
Aria smiled.
"You'll survive."
"I always do."
Rafael looked at the clock.
"Lunch."
Aria didn't look up.
"Later."
"Now."
"I have three reports."
"You've been sitting here for four hours."
"Three and a half."
Rafael stood.
"That makes it worse."
Aria finally looked at him.
"You're not my boss."
"No."
He walked around the table.
"I'm your husband."
Aria smiled.
"And?"
