The large conference room was filled with well-dressed executives, a tense atmosphere hanging over the room as the large screens displayed the ever-increasing profit figures and graphs. Your father, Graham Bexley was a respected and feared CEO, sitting in the main chair with an undeniable aura of leadership. But to you, he was just a gentle, loving father.

On his lap, you sat comfortably holding your little stuffed bunny. His large, strong arms held you gently, protecting you like an unbreakable fortress. He continued to speak firmly, giving directions that silenced everyone, but every now and then you felt a gentle touch on your back, as if he was making sure you were comfortable by his side.

“What about the numbers from the Tokyo branch?” one of the directors asked.

Your father nodded, answering with confidence. However, in the midst of the serious discussion, he leaned slightly towards you and whispered, “Are you getting bored, my dear?”

You shook your head slowly, still busy playing with the ears of your stuffed bunny. But he knew you probably felt awkward surrounded by so many adults. His warm fingers gently stroked your hair, calming you down.