After passing a layer of fingerprint authentication, a layer of retinal authentication (in fact, there is also a magic authentication that she didn't notice), and entering a series of nine-digit passwords mixed with numbers, Elizabeth Betty successfully passed the complicated identity verification measures and entered Michael's private laboratory.

"Good evening, Elizabeth." Shirley greeted her in a sweet and friendly voice as she pulled the glass door at the entrance.

"Hello." She nodded to the invisible artificial intelligence, quickly walked through the vestibule, and in the back room, she found her boss, Michael, most of the time when he was not working.

If someone can go to the personal laboratory of the chairman of Paso Technology, he will probably be surprised. This may be the weirdest scientific research laboratory in the world, and it can be divided into two parts that seem completely inconsistent.

First of all, his laboratory was filled with various advanced equipment that ordinary people could not imagine. His table was placed on the shelves with various instruments and devices involving cutting-edge technology, and even some equipment that were not yet officially put into the market in the concept stage. In addition, he also collected some rare materials and elements that could not be bought with money alone. This part can be regarded as a paradise for scientific researchers.

The other part, which seems to be completely opposite to the other half of the laboratory, seems to belong to the mysterious realm. The table on this half is covered with plush blankets, with some ancient styles, and looks like a collection made from the filming set of medieval TV series. The bookshelf against the wall is filled with ancient classics, and a long cotton canvas hanging by the cabinet, with a complex array of magic circles deeply painted on it.

Science and occultism, these two schools of thought, seem to be completely contrary to each other, share the same room.

At this moment, Michael's right arm was covered with black and white armor, as if he was debugging the efforts of the arm armor. Elizabeth carefully walked away from the magical scriptures and precision instruments and came to the boss.

"You haven't appeared in the company for nine days," she reminded.

"It's been very busy all the time." Michael clenched his fist and tried to stretch his arm. The joints of the armour came from a low sound of the power system running, "But you can take care of it, right?"

"Thank you for your trust, I'm doing my best, sir." Elizabeth said calmly, pulling out a bunch of delicate red invitations and putting them flat on the table.

Michael glanced sideways: "I remember I said I could push things out as much as possible?"

“Yes, I’ve helped you turn off most of the events this month,” she said. “But the CMC is very happy with our last batch of orders and they hope to invite you to an evening dance.”

"prom?"

Michael's eyelids twitched. He temporarily pulled his arm out of the black and white arm armor, took apart the invitation and looked it out. He quickly finished reading the content of the invitation and couldn't help but move his eyebrows: "The above said 'Please bring your dance partner'. It's so interesting. Where do other people usually go to find dance partners when attending the dance party?"

Elizabeth smiled: "I think, normally people with status like you are, this is often not a problem."

This is indeed reasonable. Especially for a playboy like Tony Stark, it is not uncommon to bring three or five dance partners at a time - although he may not actually remember their names at all.

However, Michael Paso is such a rare exception. His entire life was built by him like an extremely precise machine, and all the parts were pieced together after the most precise calculations. He planned his time every day to seconds, and he was clear and clear at every moment.

But he just didn't leave any time for his personal life. He was able to deal with necessary social and social life very well, leaving the outside world with a humble and kind young genius who was good at speaking. However, in addition, he actually only deals with cold machines most of his time.

So you can also say that Michael Paso is a person with weak emotions, or even closer to a machine than a human being. He has a meticulous and wise mind, and many amazing inventions, but he can't even find a woman who is close enough to accompany him to attend a simple dance party.

No, maybe it should be said that it is "almost" impossible to find.

After reading the invitation, Michael thought about it and suddenly raised his eyelids: "Elizabeth, can you dance tango?"

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment: "Yes, sir."

"Where is the waltz?"

"I also got a little bit of affair," she hesitated, and said, "I have also studied ballet and won awards in international competitions in Moscow. But sir, you wouldn't mean..."

"That's great." Michael folded the invitation, "Prepare your dress, you're my Friday dance partner."

Elizabeth rarely showed a somewhat panicked expression: "But sir, I...I'm not sure if I'm qualified..."

"I invited you, of course you have it," Michael said, pausing, and shrugging his shoulders, "But this is not an order, it's just an invitation, and of course you have the right to refuse. But in that case, I have to try my luck."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and replied solemnly: "So good, sir. I will definitely be there."

***

Shining golden lights filled the hall, the ethereal smell of perfume filled the air, and the guests who attended danced with melodious and gentle music.

Elizabeth is probably really a good dancer. She was wearing a sky blue long dress today, her long light golden hair hanging naturally, and her skin was as white and smooth as lamb fat under the crystal lamp. She gently handed her hand to her boss's hand, and her body was spinning like a light butterfly.

"It's a surprise." Ten minutes later, Michael took Martini, who went to the olive, back to the bar and handed the wine glass to his partner tonight. "You danced well, and you should add this to your resume."

"Thank you." Elizabeth took the wine glass and took a sip.

"But you're nervous." Michael sat down beside her. "In fact, I noticed that you rarely get nervous like this. I remember one time when I asked you to deal with a press conference for me, but unexpectedly a page was missing in the middle of the speech? And you just let it go and played on the spot, and even I almost didn't hear the problem."

Elizabeth smiled gracefully: "Thank you, sir. But that's work, and it's my duty to calmly deal with unexpected situations in that situation."

"And you are relaxing now," Michael shook his glass, "What's there to be nervous about? Today I'm not your boss, but your dance partner."

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

But you... it's you.

She knew very well what kind of person her boss was. He was a unique genius, with extraordinary wisdom, and a mysterious power that she did not understand. He was destined to have earth-shaking actions and was destined to change the world. And what about her? She was just an ordinary person, who could only do her best to manage the trivial matters that were not worth his waste of energy.

Of course she couldn't say these, but his boss seemed to be able to see through his thoughts. Michael turned his head and said seriously: "I don't know how you view yourself, but you are the one-of-a-kind pearl I picked out from the beach. In fact..." He paused, "...you may be the only person I trust at the moment."

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, showing a look that she was close to "I don't know what expression to face."

"I... thank you very much, sir." She lowered her head slightly and said, "I will do my best to not let your expectations down."

Michael was about to say something else, but his expression suddenly changed slightly as soon as he opened his mouth, and he frowned slightly.

Elizabeth noticed the boss's strangeness: "What's wrong, sir?"

"It's not a big deal, a little unexpected problem." Michael stood up, "I'm sorry, but I'm having something to do temporarily. Do you mind going back by yourself later?"

"Don't mind." Elizabeth seemed to understand something, "Be careful, sir."

"I will."
Chapter completed!