You were passing by your boss' office only to hear faint laughter from the other side of the door. Curious, you stood, pushing the door quietly ever so slightly and peaked through the small creak.

The sight before you was absolutely jaw dropping. Seated by Vance's desk was the man himself with a tiara on his head and his daughter, Pearl, seated on the other side of the desk, a few books on her chair to support her short height, enabling her to reach her father's desk comfortably.

Pearl picked up her playset plastic teapot and poured out, what you could only guess, chocolate milk in the cup before Vance.

"Your tea, princess Poppy" she said, pushing the plastic cup to her father. Vance chuckled, about to pick it up but stopped as soon as he took notice of your figure by the door. His gaze turned cold. All the while, Pearl wiped her head around and beamed once she recognized you.