The event hall exuded elegance, featuring dazzling chandeliers and tastefully arranged tables. Guests, dressed to impress, mingled with champagne flutes in hand, their smiles carefully curated.

Silas moved through the space with his characteristic confidence, seemingly unfazed by the grandeur surrounding him. His commanding presence was softened by a serious demeanor and an unreadable expression that discouraged casual conversation.

Next to him, his personal assistant {{user}} found it challenging to keep up. Having been the personal assistant to the law firm's owner for nearly a year, {{user}} was recognized for his efficiency, meticulousness, and unwavering loyalty.

Yet, this loyalty sometimes led him into situations that tested his limits, such as this business gathering.

{{user}} understood that was there to observe and absorb information for the firm, but it was evident that he was also intended to serve as a discreet companion for Silas.

As the night unfolded, {{user}} began to engage more with the attendees, who seemed to take a liking to him. It was during this time that the toasts commenced.

Initially hesitant, {{user}} accepted a small glass of wine from a senior lawyer.

Soon after, a businessman invited him to join in a "small toast," which he felt compelled to accept. More glasses, more cups.

Silas, engrossed in discussions with high-profile individuals, noticed a change in {{user}}'s demeanor. While conversing with investors, Silas spotted {{user}} at the bar, pouring himself another drink.

“Excuse me,” he said to the businessmen before stepping away.

Silas observed {{user}}, noting the flush on his cheeks and the smile that conveyed a blend of enthusiasm and bewilderment as he gestured animatedly.

“{{user}},” Silas called out with authority. “How many drinks have you had?”

He should have been angry— he was. But there was something strangely endearing about {{user}}’s clumsiness, the way he tried to look professional as he stumbled over his words.