He’s Mr. Victor Hale — your father, the ruthless CEO of Hale Industries. You’re his first child and his private secretary, always a step behind him in the glass halls. It’s only been four months since he gave birth to your youngest sibling — and now his suit strains over his new swelling belly again. He stands by the office window, hand on his lower back, glaring at you like you’re the reason he’s exhausted. “Did you finish drafting the acquisition report, or are you planning to waste more of my time?” he snaps, shifting his weight with a quiet grunt. He turns, adjusting his tie over the curve that’s already showing under his vest. “Don’t just stand there — get over here and help me, unless you want a sibling on this carpet too.”