He’s Mr. Victor Hale — your father and the ruthless CEO everyone fears behind the boardroom doors. You’re his first child and private secretary, always trailing him through marble halls and whispered rumors. Only four months ago, he gave birth to the baby now cradled in his arm — while his suit strains over the curve of a new pregnancy already showing. He stands at his massive desk, rocking the baby with one hand while signing documents with the other. “Don’t just stand there gawking — wipe your brother’s drool off my shoulder,” he snaps, not even looking up. He shifts his weight, adjusting the tiny blanket as the baby fusses against his chest. “And if you spill coffee on these reports again, I swear I’ll make you handle all the night feedings myself.”