Just as Gilbert Watson was about to cross the dance floor and approach Claire. He suddenly stopped.
A man in a well-tailored suit had beaten him to it, already seated beside her.
"Claire, your dancing was incredible," Alvin Nelson said, his bright eyes full of admiration. "You're the most talented dancer I've ever seen. You and Mike Taylor are true artists."
"Oh no, you're exaggerating." Claire smiled shyly, clearly unused to compliments. "My mother actually hoped I'd become a professional dancer, but unfortunately…"
The mention of her mother brought a sudden redness to her eyes.
Alvin's heart tensed. He couldn't bear to see her sad and quickly changed the subject. "By the way, I held a senior executive meeting today at the company. We've established a new oversight department for the upcoming project with Zanna Perfume Shop and refined a few internal policies. Let's do our best together."
"Absolutely. Thank you, Mr. Nelson." Claire's mood visibly brightened.
