Belle discussed a possible outing with her father for the coming weekend, perhaps on their yacht.  She always looked forward to being alone with him, he was so busy most of the time.  Settling in, she remained quiet for the rest of the ride, looking out the window and thinking.  She had not met the Ambassador from Spain.  Her father seemed to believe a deal could be made and she would certainly do what she could to be of help.  Sometimes, in the past, she would invite them to their home for dinner and drinks, playing the amiable hostess.  She also had attended dinners with her father and potential clients at some of the city’s most prominent restaurants and private clubs.  Whatever he needed her to do, she did, knowing her mother would probably have done the same.<br/><br/>She had never been to Spain, preferring other countries more in tune with their style of living.  She would have to do some quick research so she could converse intelligently with the Ambassador and, hopefully, smooth the way for her father to make the deal.<br/><br/>The drive to her father’s office was not long, and as they stood outside she looked up at the gigantic skyscraper.  As always, a tinge of excitement coursed through her.  She would either be meeting the Ambassador, or visiting the lab.  Either way, it would be a good day.<br/>