Hide her phone.

Several minutes later...

"Are you sure you didn't leave it at the conference?"

"No! I was just talking...Agh! Jim, why don't you take Carissa out?"

"Without you? The whole point was to be with you! You're always so busy with work nowdays-"

"I'll catch up later, I really can't leave without that phone..."

She smiled pleadingly at her husband, unconsciously squeezing her arms together to emphasize her cleavage. Some political tricks are hard to put away after frequent use. Predictably, he caved.

"...Ok, fine. But you're meeting us later."

One hug and a surprisingly passionate kiss later and Gabriella was alone in the apartment. She stalked angrily around, retracing her steps to try and locate her phone. As she wafts by you are surprised to smell the lingering traces of actual love, so rare among the rich and powerful. It would be a shame if something were to interfere...