It's true; Charlotte's dialect was not the same as that spoken in France. She knew very little of French from France, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the beautiful sound coming from a man in a position of power and authority. She giggled. "Very beautiful, monsieur, but I didn't understand a word apart from ma cherie. That one I know." She winked.
Charlotte accepted the glass of champagne. "Our overall success can be attributed to one man," she demurred. "It doesn't matter how wonderful the acts are if there isn't a crowd." She raised her glass. "To a wonderful year and an even more wonderful boss. À votre sante."