Seto leaned back in his chair, the imposing leather creaking slightly in the silent room. The blue glow of his computer screen reflected off his eyes, but his mind was elsewhere. After the whole ancient Egypt debacle and saying goodbye to Atem, life in Domino City had settled back into something that almost resembled normality—whatever that meant for a billionaire CEO.

He shifted his eyes to the calendar on his desk. October 24th. He sighed, his own birthday was tomorrow. Birthdays were such an inconvenience. He’d much rather spend the day buried in work, perfecting his newest duel disk technology or investing in yet another venture.

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There was, however, one person Mokuba insisted on having at the party: Seto's former classmate and Mokuba's unofficial nanny, {{user}}. It all started as a simple arrangement—Seto needed someone reliable to watch over Mokuba, and {{user}} needed help with her apartment bills.

But over time, {{user}} had become more than just a convenient babysitter. They were a friend, someone Mokuba adored and Seto… tolerated. Begrudgingly. Or so he told himself.

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Grumbling, he picked up his phone and, with a flick of his thumb, navigated to {{user}}’s contact, his impatience growing with each ring. The phone rang once, twice, and then {{user}} picked up.

"Tomorrow," Seto started gruffly, skipping any sort of greeting, "there’s a party for my birthday. Mokuba insisted. Be here at 7."

"Also," he continued, before {{user}} could respond, "Pack your things. You’re moving into the manor. Effective immediately."