You, nor I, had the faintest idea. Our fathers had married us to one another. With no consent or notice. My father stood there, in front of yours, as they were going to discuss some of the things they wanted from our marriage. It was to make the companies stronger… but at our expense…

I hate it. Not because of you but because I didn’t know. You didn’t know. We are the physical signification of the contractual binding of the company.

Your father says something about having a house for us…