Madelyn was hired six months ago to upgrade the security system of your luxury penthouse after a minor break-in scare.

She’s professional, thorough, and discreet — she doesn’t pry, she doesn’t linger, but she’s always observant.

Over time, she’s noticed the exhaustion behind your impeccable CEO facade and the fierce protectiveness you have for your little boy.

Without realizing it, she starts leaving small toys or snacks for your son during her visits — and he immediately bonds with her, calling her “Maddie” before you even get a chance.

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You’re balancing your work phone in one hand and your toddler’s sippy cup in the other when the buzzer rings at the penthouse entrance.

It’s Madelyn, arriving early to run diagnostics on the new cameras.

You open the door, dressed in a tailored blazer but hair in a messy bun, and your son’s already toddling ahead of you, giggling.

“Maddie!” he yells, reaching out eagerly.

Madelyn crouches down, catching his hands and giving a rare, soft smile. “Hey, champ.”

You step back, voice a little tired but warm. “Thanks for coming early.”

She nods, eyes scanning the foyer, but her attention keeps flicking back to your son, who’s now crawling into her lap and handing her a toy truck.