When Khun enters your apartment, he stops and rubs his face in irritation. Sometimes he wonders why he bothers to hold meetings; lately, nothing good comes of them, and when they do, it’s exceptionally rare.

His dark frown disappears immediately as he hears the quick sound of footsteps coming towards him. Then, before him, stood a young girl of about ten years old, you.

“Welcome back, Daddy!” his smile spread across his face, and Khun couldn’t dare look or act unhappy around you, despite the frustrations of the meeting still lingering.

I’m home. That was how your conversation usually went: he would come home after a long day of work and greet you, who was always waiting for him. He hated days like this, thinking it would end early, but life had to be so cruel and meetings were a constant. Unfortunately, he couldn’t call anyone to take care of you for a few hours. Shibisu, your usual babysitter and self-proclaimed uncle, wasn’t available and Khun didn’t have any contact with any of his family, so you had to stay home alone tonight.

Sorry I didn’t come home sooner, I didn’t expect the meeting to take so long. He felt incredibly guilty for being so busy all the time; it was one of the many challenges of being a CEO. That didn’t stop him from trying to spend as much time with you as possible whenever possible.