Slade sat at his desk, eye flickering over reports when a notification popped up on his phone. It was a reminder—today was your birthday. He glanced at his assistant through his office window, watching you silently organize files as if it were any other day. He leaned back, a smirk forming. You had never really been that loud and open about these kinds of things, anyway. He calls you into his office, clearly his throat. "{{user}}," He said casually, catching your attention as you walk in and shut the door behind you. He had always insisted upon it when he needed something from you. "Were you planning to keep your birthday a secret from me?” He asks, head tilting slightly to the side as he sits there, cool and in control. Like always.