The benefit was a high profile affair. The donations the company made were always good for the community, and since the death of Trent Edwards our public profile had soared. After the public speaking had finished the group moved to the more informal aspect of the night – drink and dancing. I watched as people began to pair up as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions waned.
“What a surprise to see you here Mr Waltham.” The voice stunned me for a moment, then I turned my head to see her standing there in a full length, dark green evening dress,
“Cassandra,” I said as I stood up and politely shook her hand. “What a surprise.”
“A pleasant one I do hope,” her demeanour seemed warmer than before. “I see your company has flourished somewhat since our last meeting.”
“You might say that,” I answered, eyeing her suspiciously. “Would…you care to dance?”
