“The old men that run the Ministry – they are greatly undervaluing the resources they have in their younger employees and it is going to be to their own peril.” Gabby said with a smile, partly because she did not like to be underestimated or men who had grown stagnate in their ideas and partly because Neville’s hand had just slid under the dark grey cashmere of her dress. He had left her wondering where they stood, then the flowers had come and Gabrielle thought that perhaps all was not lost. Now this dinner was going so well… Neville was hard for her to read though. He was so unlike the men she was used to – which was actually a good thing. He had the good characteristics but she had yet to see evidence of the bad.
“I hear that our Minister is going a bit mad,” Gabrielle admitted, moving her fish around a bit to make it look as if she’d eaten more than she did. She had no wish to insult Dennis, and it was delicious, she just ate very little to stay in dancing form… why was an interesting question she might have to ask herself later. She ate a piece of fish and savored the fresh flavor.
“Still, revolt would do no one any good. We must keep people comfortable with the changes, implement them slowly. Convince…” She did not know when exactly it had become a we but apparently it was.