The reception ended, and the Oconnor Group’s year-end meeting was imminent. Nelson would be very busy.
Regan and the staff managed the studio, and Callie had finished her drawings, so there wasn’t much left to do. During their last stay at the seaside villa, Nelson had mentioned that she could participate in Oconnor Group’s major events.
Callie felt it was inappropriate. Her mindset was still stuck in the early days of their marriage when they were in a contractual relationship.
“Last year’s annual meeting was well planned, wasn’t it? During Oconnor Group’s crisis, you were brave and resourceful. Why are you hesitating now?” Nelson asked with a light chuckle, teasing her slightly.
Callie glared at him. “That’s different. This is a regular meeting with professionals. Not an occasion for me. Besides, I made a mistake in the last negotiation…”
Thinking about it still made her feel guilty.
“That just means you need more practice,” Nelson replied calmly as he poured a cup of tea.
He was determined and genuinely unguarded with her. Callie understood and reluctantly agreed. “Alright, thank you, Mr. Oconnor, for giving me more work.”
Nelson squeezed her hand.
The Oconnor Group’s regular meeting was grand. Besides the senior executives seen at the reception, many top executives from headquarters and various board members attended, filling the large conference room.
Callie, dressed in professional attire, entered with Anthony carrying documents behind Nelson. She wore glasses today, with light makeup and a serious expression, exuding a sense of authority and professionalism.
Everyone noticed her and exchanged glances, speculating that Mrs. Oconnor was getting involved in Oconnor Group affairs.
And Nelson allowed it.
“Let’s start since all of you are here,” Nelson said as he sat down and opened his laptop.
“Yep, but you’re letting an extra person in,” Dale sneered, no longer hiding his malice towards Callie.
Callie was unfazed, and Nelson didn’t move either. “If you’re referring to my wife, then you have an issue with me. She is my wife. Do you think I’m an extra person too?”
His calm response shocked everyone present.
Dale’s face turned pale. “I didn’t mean that, Nelson. You’re overthinking.”
“In a work setting, let’s use titles,” Nelson said, giving him no face.
Hearing this, Dale became increasingly uncomfortable. He wanted to leave immediately but couldn’t afford to offend Nelson, especially with the year-end bonuses at stake.
The murmurs among the attendees grew louder. The meeting hadn’t even started, and Nelson had already put a board member in his place because of Callie. Was this a warning?
“Meeting starts,” Callie’s voice was soft yet resonant in the large conference room, carrying significant weight.
The meeting proceeded intensely. Nelson sat at the head of the table, listening to reports and giving guidance. Callie took minutes, noting important points. Midway through the meeting, she personally served water to everyone, showing no airs.
“Thank you, Mrs. Oconnor,” everyone said, feeling a bit embarrassed but also appreciating her approachability.
She smiled. “You’re welcome.”
When she reached Dale, she smiled. “Mr. Oconnor appreciates your hard work.”
Dale glanced at her sideways and whispered, “It seems Mrs. Oconnor has completely won over Mr. Oconnor. No need to ask me about that tea anymore.”
“This tea is better. Would you like to try it?” Callie poured him a cup.