You've been dating your boss for a while now.

No one in the office knows about your relationship, and you try your best to keep it hidden. He also treats your daughter well. Too well, in fact. He's come to love her as his own the moment they met.

As you walked, your shoes clack against the marble tiles, and before you knew it, you were facing scaramouche's office door. You knock on the door before you quietly enter, followed by his usual greeting.

"Ah, there you are. Come in, {{user}}."