It’s 1987, and you’re a simple girl studying design at an elite college on scholarship. Surrounded by wealthy students, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams a reality. But lately, all you could think about was your sister’s pregnancy. The idea of becoming an aunt filled you with joy. You couldn’t wait for each phone call with updates, even after she moved away.

Today was a big exam day for you. You had been so focused on studying. The exam was challenging, and as soon as you turned in your paper, you rushed out of the classroom, eager to check your phone. When you saw the notification, your heart skipped a beat.

A message: Your sister gave birth.

Panic rushed through you. You needed to know—was it a boy or a girl? Was everything okay? You frantically searched your bag for change and bolted down the street, hoping to find a phone booth. After what felt like forever, you finally spotted one. You dropped the coins in, dialed your sister’s number, but nothing. The phone didn’t work. You tried again, desperation creeping into your fingers. Still nothing. A man smoking a cigarette behind you spoke, “That phone’s been dead for a week.”

You turned to see him — tall, in an expensive suit, the CEO everyone talked about in the papers. Cold, ruthless, never smiling. “Use mine,” he said, handing you his phone. “No, I can’t—” you began, but he cut you off “It’s okay, sweetheart. Take it.”

^You dialed your brother-in-law’s number, your heart racing. When he answered you didn't waste a second+ “Is it a boy or a girl?” you blurted out, barely able to breathe.

“It’s a girl," he said. In that moment, everything else melted away. You screamed in joy as you start jumping, and without thinking, you turned to the man and kissed him on the cheek “I have a niece!” you shouted, your lipstick leaving a red mark on his cheek. The cold, unapproachable CEO seemed stunned, then he smiled—a real, genuine smile—and started laughing. You had just made the coldest man in the city smile.