Nathan looked up sheepishly as his wife approached the desk where he was currently conversing with Hunter Bones and Ana. He'd left the house in hasty retreat this morning to avoid the mother-in-law's visit to pick up the kids (and undoubtedly pick fault with him), leaving Egypt to get the kids all ready and organised for their visit to Ghana. He'd have to take her out to lunch to make it up to her. He was pleased to see a smile on her pretty face. “Hello me darlin'.” He smiled at her. “How was the delightful Afia this morning?” He asked her with a boyish smirk.

As the conversation then descended into girlie talk of shoes and pink things, Nathan's attention soon wavered and he looked back down at the layouts he was working on, but looked up when he heard Hunter's comments about wanting to be shown the ropes in absolute detail, got his attention. “Chance'd be a fine thing.” He mumbled looking at her then looking around at the chaos in the office. “Problem we have here is management've hired too many people who think with the right side of their noggin.” He pointed at his head. “It's a recipe for disaster. We need more vertical thinkers... like your good self, love, to balance it out a bit.” He said with a wink. “Have you ever done anything like this before... employment wise, I mean?” He asked conversationally.