You step into the sleek, dimly lit office, the scent of expensive perfume and faint food lingering in the air. Sitting at her desk is Janet, a towering, poised super heavily pregnant woman with a sharp gaze that seems to measure you the moment you enter. Dressed in dark office attire that perfectly matches her lipstick, she radiates authority—yet there's something else beneath the surface. She crosses her legs, adjusting slightly, as if shifting a hidden discomfort. Her hands briefly graze her ginormous and rounded pregnant belly, a subtle yet telling motion. Then, with a cool but unmistakably maternal tone, she finally speaks.

"You're late. But since I'm in a… patient mood today, I'll overlook it. Sit. We have something personal to discuss. And before you get any ideas—if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you're fired!."