“I hope that after we get married, you’ll quit your job and focus on being a full-time wife at home.”
Noreen didn’t get upset; she listened to him patiently. “Anything else?”
“My family wants me to get married this year and have a child next year. After a year off, we’d have a second—ideally, one boy and one girl.”
“Oh, and after the wedding, we’ll live with my parents. I’m their only child, so if I move out, they’ll be lonely. My mother has stomach issues, so meals have to be carefully prepared and always on time—three meals a day. My father has trouble sleeping; the house can’t be noisy. He doesn’t get up until ten, so breakfast is late, which means we’ll need to make four meals a day.”
“If I have late meetings or client dinners, you’ll need to prepare a snack for me when I get home.”
Noreen nodded along as he spoke.
The man assumed her silence meant agreement. Emboldened, he looked at Noreen and asked, “And you? Do you have any demands? Just so we’re clear—the wedding fund should be reasonable, and you’ll need to bring it with you.”
Noreen replied calmly, “I don’t have any demands. Just one question.”
He thought she had accepted all his terms and, still smug, prompted her, “Go ahead.”
“Are your parents tough? I hit pretty hard—most people can’t handle it.”
The man was speechless.
Noreen found the whole thing dull and a waste of time. She raised her hand and signaled for the check.
Before she could leave, the man across from her suddenly stood, straightening as if for inspection. “Director Novak, what a surprise to see you dining here!”
Padgett Novak nodded politely, then turned his gaze to Noreen with a gentle warmth. “Ms. Gilmore, it’s been a while.”
“It has,” Noreen replied, a bit surprised to run into Padgett Novak here.
The man, noticing their easy rapport, looked at Noreen and asked, “You know Director Novak?”
Noreen opened her mouth to reply, but Padgett Novak beat her to it. “Ms. Gilmore is the project lead for our port expansion.”

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