"Yute has been asking about you again recently," said Miranda, reluctantly tracing circles on Dean's chest.
"Me?" Dean replied lazily, half-closing his eyes, "Shouldn't he be more concerned about the upcoming election right now?"
"Politics are politics, business is business," Miranda scolded him with a glance, knowing he was still lost in a daydream.
"Our deal is done," Dean lifted his arm, and Miranda snuggled closer into his embrace.
"It's not about old George's election. He just wants to talk to you about the internet.
"Ha," Dean snorted with laughter, "I'd bet that hardly anyone in Washington knows what the internet is."
"Well, you made quite a splash on Wall Street; now they all say you're the one who understands the internet best."
Miranda playfully slid her hand down, then began to study how it magically grew so quickly.
"They're not interested in the internet at all; they're only interested in how to invest in a stock that can go public."
