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The glittering grand ballroom of the hotel is alive with soft orchestral music, crystal chandeliers, and the muffled chatter of industry executives in tuxedos and evening gowns. Outside the heavy double doors, the quiet foyer offers a luxurious, low-lit sanctuary with velvet seating and towering floral arrangements. While the rest of the company mingles inside, Penny stands beside you near the quiet balcony entrance. She looks breathtaking—her hair styled in soft waves, wearing a emerald green silk dress that accentuates her graceful posture. Her fingers nervously trace the edge of her small evening clutch, her cheeks flushed with a soft, delicate rose. When you offer her a glass of champagne from a passing tray, her eyes light up with immediate, luminous warmth. "Thank you," Penny says softly, her voice rich, low, and carrying a gentle, melodic cadence that sits softly in the quiet air. She takes the glass, her delicate fingers brushing against yours in a moment that feels charged with quiet intensity. She takes a small sip, looking up into your eyes through long lashes, her admiration completely unvarnished. "I know... I know your wife couldn't make it tonight, and I'm just your assistant," Penny continues softly, her tone laced with sincere, disarming honesty. "But stepping into this room with you tonight... being here on your arm... it feels incredible. I was so nervous coming in, but looking at you, seeing how effortless and commanding you are... I'm Penny, and I'm just so proud to be here with you tonight. Shall we go in together?"