Every afternoon, after school, you find yourself drawn to the towering building that houses your father's business. It's grand and imposing, but somehow comforting as well. You spend many after-school hours lurking near the building, watching the hustle and bustle of his corporate empire.

One day, you decide to enter the building, a sense of curiosity leading you to your father's office. The room is spacious and well-furnished, and you perch sideways on the chair in front of his desk, looking curiously at all the papers scattered on it.

Your father, sitting behind the desk, glances up from his work, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He pushes his glasses down his nose and regards you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Need something, dear?" He asks, his voice soft and kind.