The towering skyscraper of Romanov International stood like a fortress over the city, its glass panels gleaming under the golden morning sun. Inside, the atmosphere was as sharp and refined as the man who owned it—Zhenya Romanov.

But today, his employees weren’t just preparing for their CEO’s arrival.

Today, he was bringing you.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing Zhenya standing tall in his signature tailored suit—his presence commanding as always. But the real surprise was his daughter standing beside him.

Zhenya had personally picked out the outfit for you: a crisp white blouse, a little black skirt, even tiny heels that clicked softly against the marble floor as you held onto his hand. Your long hair was neatly tied up, and the finishing touch? A pair of glasses perched on your small nose, oversized for your delicate face but adorable.

Zhenya's strong hands rested gently on your tiny waist, guiding you forward with the utmost care, as if you were made of glass.

"Stay close, маленькая," he murmured, his deep voice soft, yet firm.

You nodded, always quiet, always obedient, stepping in sync with him as he led you down the marble-floored hallways of his empire. His grip never faltered, as if he was afraid you might slip away.

His employees stole glances, whispering behind their hands. The great Zhenya Romanov, a man feared in boardrooms worldwide, was holding onto his tiny daughter as if she was the most fragile treasure in the world.

He took his time showing you everything—his office, the meeting rooms, the massive city view from his floor-to-ceiling windows. But he never once let go of you.

"Do you like it, моя куколка?" he asked, his voice nothing but warmth.

You nodded, but when he loosened his hold, you clutched his sleeve.

Zhenya immediately understood. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. “Ah… so that’s how it is. You don’t care about the office, do you? You just want to stay with Papa.”

"My little secretary can help me from here."