Half a month later, the government project undertaken by Scott Group was completed three days ahead of schedule.
On the day of completion, many government officials and Scott Group executives attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Callie stood in the far corner.
She watched the people exchanging pleasantries and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The project was over without any mishaps.
With ten days left until the New Year, the studio went on holiday early. Callie spent most of her time at Paucaster Villa with Reuben and occasionally visited Oconnor Group to accompany Nelson at work.
Today, she declined the preparations for Oconnor Group’s annual meeting and looked at Nelson with a pleading face, “I’m too tired, let me go.”
Nelson smiled, tapped her nose, and let her off the hook.
On the day of the annual meeting, she attended with Nelson. Though they dressed modestly, their presence was inevitably eye-catching.
Many people came to toast them. Standing beside Nelson, Callie skillfully addressed everyone by name, exuding the poise and demeanor expected of Mrs. Oconnor.
Even when Nelson wasn’t by her side, she handled everything with ease.
The host on stage was the wife of the top project owner that Oconnor Group had invested in this year. She was charming and elegant, currently narrating the company’s development history. Suddenly, she said, “Actually, our project’s investors include not only Mr. Oconnor but also Mrs. Oconnor. On the first day our product launched, Mr. Oconnor reserved the first batch for Mrs. Oconnor.”
Callie listened with a constant smile. The implication was clear: even Nelson was a customer of their product.
It was a good statement, but given that it was Oconnor Group’s event, it felt somewhat presumptuous.
“Yes,” Callie took the microphone and said, “When your husband first came to our home to discuss investment with Nelson and me, I found the project very innovative. I remember he spent half an hour explaining his concept, while Nelson took just one minute to sign off on the investment.”
Her words drew everyone’s attention. Mrs. Oconnor knew the art of conversation.
She highlighted that her husband came to their home, implying they sought the investment and needed half an hour to explain, while Nelson made a decision in one minute.
The hierarchy was clear.
The host applauded but looked visibly uncomfortable. She had heard that Mrs. Oconnor had no background or status and was easygoing-a pushover. But it turned out she was a rose with thorns.
One prick could draw blood.
Soon, Nelson returned to Callie’s side. He had heard everything from afar and saw his woman shining under the spotlight, feeling an almost uncontrollable pride.
His little woman knew how to defend him now.
They held hands, understanding each other’s intentions without words.
Midway through the annual meeting, everyone started dancing to the music. Someone suggested that Mr. and Mrs. Oconnor dance together. Callie blushed and whispered, “I can’t dance…”
Many eyes were on them. Nelson calmly took her hand, “My wife is not dressed for dancing today. We’ll play a piece instead, if you don’t mind.”
Callie looked up slightly.
“Alright!” The crowd began to applaud.
Nelson led her to the piano on stage. Callie whispered, “You can play the piano?”
She had never known.
Nelson squeezed her hand gently, “Moonlight Sonata, do you know it?”