I cleared my throat and raised the microphone.
"Everyone, may I have your attention please."
The ballroom gradually quieted, all eyes returning to the stage.
"The year-end awards have now concluded."
"However, this year we have one more award... a very special one."
A ripple of curiosity stirred through the audience, whispers spreading like wildfire.
I gave a slight nod to the secretary standing at the side of the stage.
She approached carrying a square gift box draped in deep blue velvet, a silver ribbon tied around it that caught the light with understated elegance. Her steps were measured, unhurried. She placed the box on the podium before me.
It wasn't large, but it was exquisite.
Dean's face—which had been dark with barely contained fury—shifted the moment he saw it.
The resentment and rage drained from his eyes like a receding tide, replaced by rekindled anticipation. He straightened in his seat and glanced toward Mary.
Mary's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. But within seconds, she gave Dean an almost imperceptible nod—part reassurance, part signal.
I reached out and let my fingers glide over the smooth velvet surface.