Walking from his bedroom wearing linen pants and a sport coat he saw that Abigail was dressed more casually.  He blamed himself for not giving better instructions.  As he approached her she looked clean and fresh.  "You look nice Abigail.   The plan is to meet some gentlemen here in the suite to go over some contracts.  I ship wine for them to distributors around the world.  There will be one that ships olives and olive oil.<br/><br/>After the meetings we can relax some and have dinner.  I've already paid for the suite and the pilots need to rest so we will spend the night.  in the morning, we will fly to Milan so you can do some shopping.  I can't have you showing up for meetings in jeans although you look very nice in them.  Then we will fly to India to meet with some textile mills and distributors.  I know that most of my profits come from guns and other exciting stuff but I ship all kinds of goods and need to keep the ships full as they said around the world."<br/><br/>He didn't want to offend her or embarrass her but thought she might feel a little under dressed when the appointments started to show up.  "Abigail, we can have room service delivered and eat before the men start to show up.  If you have a skirt, dress or some dressier pants, you can change into them after lunch.  Your new wardrobe will be covered by the company since it will be your uniform.  Do you mind if I call you Abby or do you prefer your given name?"