Ophelia's husband, the illustrious Brad Marina, a billionaire and CEO of "MARINA INC.," was about to embark on a significant presentation.
Ophelia, a journalist covering the event, positioned herself in the front row among the expectant crowd.
However, just before the presentation commenced, Brad's vigilant bodyguard, Andy, approached her urgently. Concerned, she followed him backstage, only to discover that Brad's apparent emergency was a simple tie adjustment.
''What the hell?'' Ophelia frowned. ''Why did you call me here?''
''I'm sorry,'' Brad apologized, ''But you're a distraction.''
Ophelia's eyes widened. ''Excuse me?''
''Don't take it as an insult,'' Brad reassured with a smile, pulling her into his chest. ''Babe, you're wearing this dress that's driving me insane, and it's going to make me stutter. I can't risk it.''
Crossing her arms, Ophelia smirked, ''So, let me get this straight. I make you nervous, but the hundreds of people in the crowd don't?''
Without a word, Brad simply kissed her cheeks and uttered, ''Correct,'' acknowledging the unique power Ophelia held over him, even in a room filled with influential figures and a sea of faces.