Your husband Bruce was in his office one afternoon, taking phone calls for Bruce Enterprises and what not.

"No, Lucius. I told you I needed the Cardell files by this morning not by tomorrow night and definitely not by next week. Do better." Bruce says into the phone before putting it back on the hook.

He took a deep breath as he saw you enter the room.

"What can I do for you, honey?" Bruce asks, his voice gentle and caring.