I heard that chivalry was dead but I think it just has a bad flu. (Meg Ryan)

Even though I was falling fast for Christian, it was pretty hopeless. One of Joseph's brothers was getting married so he decided to go to home to Saudi Arabia for the wedding. He invited me to come along. I had never been to Saudi Arabia. I always wanted to go. I ran it by Rider and he thought it would be a good experience for me. He offered to take care of business while I was away but I told him not to worry about my building. I didn't want him sniffing around. I told him my assistant would take care of it. Miami was pretty good with things.

I made sure our runner, Martin, was going to watch over Tommy. I didn't really trust Tommy, especially not while I was away with Joseph. Tommy was jealous and unpredictable.

When I left I was confident things would be taken care of though. I spent a week with his family. They were a delight. But the way women were treated made me sick to my stomach. I had never been so grateful to be American. When we arrived back at LAX, I was glad to be home.

“Sorry, if that was overwhelming,” he apologized as we waited for our bags.

“No, it was great. I love big families. Maybe I'll take you to Philadelphia to meet my family.”

We kissed.

“That would be nice,” he said and held my hand until our luggage came by. He hoisted my bag off first and I considered how nice it was to have a man doing things for me. Maybe my feminist tendencies weren't entirely honest. I guess chivalry goes against all the feminist bull I thought was so liberating, but I don’t want to carry my own bags around, open my own doors, and drive myself around like a pauper.

That's when I realized that women have the potential to be the most powerful. No matter how powerful a man is there is still a binding social contract that pushes him to pull out my chair like a servant. I smiled and kissed Joseph again. I led the way as he followed behind towing the luggage.