"I know," he shrugged, pouring another glass, then finally sitting down so he could look at Iago's financial records, such as they were. "I understand the importance of it." At least, on a professional level. The problem was: Rex was used to working with nearly unlimited resources with MARS Industries, and he'd never really been the one to manage the money on most projects. He'd submit his requests, and they would be answered. Somebody else always handled the fiscal end.

The fact that he'd come from an upper-middle class home didn't help his perception much, either. Rex was never wanting for money, not even after his parents died.

"If I was running a business, sure, I'd track my spending." Rather, he'd pay somebody to do it. He waved a hand and took a sip of wine. "But what's the point on a personal level? I know how much money I have."