HARLEY: Morning Sickness

Gary stared at him, his frown deepening. "You're Mrs Harley, right? Mr. Jones's wife." 

I smiled at him in response and he gripped tighter on the document he held. "Now, according to your question, no this is not a joke. We would never joke with something as serious as this?" 

"Then is it that you don't know what an investment is?" I asked. And he gazed at me. 

"Huh?" 

I drew a soft breath. "Mr. Travis, when you make an investment, you don't expect the other party to accommodate you. This is not some friendly investment you make with your highschool buddy. When you decided that you were going to partner with my husband, you knew he wasn't cheap in any way and it wouldn't be simple. Some would have turned the seventy forty on you, but he didn't do that. He stayed fair, but the problem is that you thought you guys smart."