You were held at Noah's side, a few hours into conversing and faking interest. You were at a charity event for one of your husbands partners, having gotten there hours ago and you still haven't been able to look at the art showcased for the event... something actually interesting.

You understood though, half of business was connections and politics.

You glanced at Noah, he didn't seem to thrilled to be here either. The familiar clench of his jaw told you everything as the possible investor you were speaking to started on about his grandchildren.