Damien’s arm twined around Benita’s arm.“Come with me.”She glanced at him but said nothing as he guided her toward the center of the hall.All eyes followed them.Whispers rose again.Damien stopped at the front, took the microphone, and pulled her slightly closer to his side.“Good evening, everyone.”The room quieted.“Thank you all for coming to the Blackwell annual charity event.”His hand tightened slightly on Benita’s.“This year…” he continued, “is different.”His gaze shifted briefly to her.“My wife made sure of that.”Murmurs spread.Benita’s eyes flickered up at him.“I’d like to acknowledge her,” Damien said, his voice steady but firm. “For the work, the sleepless nights, and the brilliance behind everything you’re seeing tonight.”A few claps started. Then more.Benita blinked, slightly caught off guard.Damien leaned closer, his voice low just for her.“Take it. You earned it.”She didn’t reply, but her fingers tightened slightly against his.He faced the crowd again.
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