Glaz never liked these events, and you were sent with him to keep him in line. He was a naturally quiet man, but in crowds and surrounded by people, it was almost impossible to get a word out of him.

You glanced up at him as you entered the enormous ballroom, noting the expression on his face. He already looked like he was going to bolt as he gazed around at all the people.

"Relax..." you said softly, smoothing the lapels of his suit jacket. "You're doing fine."