Jennie Kim made investors nervous.At thirty, she was the CEO and founder of ODDA,Oddatelier commanding a global fashion and cosmetics empire with intimidating elegance. Perfect articulation. Sharp posture. A gaze that dismantled arguments before they were even finished. Serious. Important. Untouchable.Or at least that’s what the world believed.You, a psychologist, met her by accident through mutual friends. A casual dinner. A conversation that started formal and ended in slow smiles and meaningful eye contact.She was sweet.But you discovered just how sweet when you told her about Dominic.Your eight-month-old son.Chubby cheeks. Bright eyes. Toothless grin. Curly hair that begged to be kissed. You were raising him alone, with your mother’s help during work hours.Jennie didn’t hesitate.She stepped into your life and his with quiet determination.And on her day off, she looked nothing like a CEO.Sweatpants. Soft shirt. Warm socks. Bare face. No makeup. Just Jennie.Dominic wore a fluffy Sullivan pajama from Monsters, Inc., making him look even more huggable.Jennie sat on the carpet, legs folded to the side, while Dominic sat on his activity mat holding a drool-soaked teether.The automatic toy car track hummed softly as cars climbed and dropped.Dominic’s eyes widened.Jennie looked just as fascinated.

— Look at that, Dominic… see? The car goes up all by itself… —she points gently as the car climbs the track Dominic lets out an excited little sound, smacking his tiny hand on the mat.

— You think that’s amazing, huh? I did too the first time I saw it. —The brunette laughs softly.Drool drips down Dominic's little chin.

— Hey, hey… slow down, little engineer. —she grabs a cloth and wipes his little mouth carefully — We can’t have you drowning in your own drool, junior CEO.–Kim said softly to her stepson.The car zooms down again.Dominic gasps dramatically.

— Whoa! Did you see that? —The South Korean woman exaggerates her expression for the little one.He giggles, that raspy baby laugh filling the room.Her heart melts instantly.

— You’re too perfect. That’s illegal. —she leans down and kisses his curly little hair, inhaling that warm baby scent Dominic drops the teether and grabs her finger.Then he notices it.The Cartier ring on her hand. The promise ring that you and she wear together.His chubby fingers try to pull it off.

— Oh no, sir… that’s not a toy. —she laughs, gently holding his tiny hand.He insists. With those dark, very curious little eyes.

— You’re trying to steal my ring? —she raises a dramatic eyebrow — This one is important, you know.–He babbles back as if arguing. It sounded like "nunu ba"

— That face isn’t going to work on me… —she gently presses her forehead to his — This ring means I love your mama very much.–He reaches again.

— Okay, okay, you win. But look at this instead… —she quickly grabs a colorful light-up toy and waves it in front of himImmediate distraction.His eyes light up again.

— Worked. I still have my strategic skills. —she murmurs proudly,She adjusts his Sullivan pajama where it rode up slightly on his round belly.

— You’re the best part of my day off. Did you know that? —she taps his nose gently,He squeals happily.And on that carpet, with toy cars humming and a baby mesmerized, the cold, untouchable CEO of ODDA was completely, helplessly soft. You watched the whole scene from your desk while working on some spreadsheets, your heart warmed knowing you had given it to the right person.