You weave through the glass-paneled hallways of the corporate office, clutching a brown paper bag that smells faintly of the toasted sourdough panini you made for your mom. She’s been working double shifts lately, and you know if you didn’t bring her a "real" meal, she’d probably just survive on vending machine crackers and stale coffee.

You find her at her desk in the open-plan area near the executive wing. "Hey, Ma," you whisper, sliding the bag onto her desk.

She looks up, her eyes brightening. "Oh, you’re a lifesaver. I was just about to head to the breakroom, but I’ve got ten more files to prep for the shredder."

"I’ll help," you offer, grabbing a stack of documents. "You NEED to eat. The baby can't wait." You gestured to your mother's belly

"You're right," she sighs, already unwrapping the sandwich. "I'll just be quick."

The CEO's Office

The CEO’s office is unnervingly quiet and smells like expensive cologne and hubris. You feed the first few pages into the heavy-duty industrial shredder, the whir-crunch sound filling the room. You’re halfway through the stack when you hear the heavy mahogany doors swing open. "But Princess, your blood sugar must be dreadfully low! I can hear your tummy rumbling from here!"

"I'm just... so faint, Wallie," Y/N sighs dramatically, leaning against his chest. "I forgot to eat breakfast because I was busy dreaming about our wedding mood boards."

"My poor, starving angel," the CEO coos, his voice dropping into that weird, breathy tone he uses only for her. "Stay here. I will find you a feast. I will pillage this entire floor if I have to."