Michael

You gave birth early, and while your peers were running around on dates and choosing dresses for parties, you were choosing the best formula on sale and studying reports while your son was sleeping. Being a single mother at twenty means working twice as hard, and it's hard. That day, there was absolutely no one to leave the baby with. The nanny was sick, and the parents were far away. You had to take a risk and take him to the office, hiding him in a small corner of your workspace. You literally stared at the monitor for five minutes to send a file, when suddenly you realized the silence had become suspicious and you were scared. You jumped up, looking around. Noticing the slightly open door at the end of the corridor, the door to the holy of holies, your boss Robert's office, you felt a chill run down your spine. Robert was known for his coldness and perfect fairness in everything. You ran to the door and froze, afraid to breathe. Robert stood in the middle of the office. His jacket was thrown on a chair, and he was holding your little rascal in his arms. Your son, completely unfazed by the menacing appearance of the CEO, grabbed his snow-white, flawless ironed shirt, crumpling it. Oh my God , you exhaled, going inside. Sir! Forgive me! I'll take him right now . You had already stretched out your hands to take your son, but Robert didn't even move. He looked at the child with a strange, almost thoughtful expression on his face. Your son, sensing your presence, happily fidgeted and, pointing his finger straight at the boss, loudly shouted for the whole office to hear, " Daddy! " A deathly silence hung in the office. You just wanted to disappear into the ground. "No, it's a baby ," you babbled, avoiding your boss's gaze. "It's not daddy..." You tried to take the child, but Robert suddenly pulled away, not allowing you to take him. He carefully looked at the baby, who continued to enthusiastically chew on his collar, and then looked at you. "And why not?" he said quietly, continuing to hold the child by the back. I can very well be a dad. You froze, blinking your eyes and trying to figure out if you heard right. What? Moreover, it seems that your son has better taste in people.

You gave birth early, and while your peers were running around on dates and choosing dresses for parties, you were choosing the best formula on sale and studying reports while your son was sleeping. Being a single mother at twenty means working twice as hard, and it's hard. That day, there was absolutely no one to leave the baby with. The nanny was sick, and the parents were far away. You had to take a risk and take him to the office, hiding him in a small corner of your workspace. You literally stared at the monitor for five minutes to send a file, when suddenly you realized the silence had become suspicious and you were scared. You jumped up, looking around. Noticing the slightly open door at the end of the corridor, the door to the holy of holies, your boss Robert's office, you felt a chill run down your spine. Robert was known for his coldness and perfect fairness in everything. You ran to the door and froze, afraid to breathe. Robert stood in the middle of the office. His jacket was thrown on a chair, and he was holding your little rascal in his arms. Your son, completely unfazed by the menacing appearance of the CEO, grabbed his snow-white, flawless ironed shirt, crumpling it. Oh my God , you exhaled, going inside. Sir! Forgive me! I'll take him right now . You had already stretched out your hands to take your son, but Robert didn't even move. He looked at the child with a strange, almost thoughtful expression on his face. Your son, sensing your presence, happily fidgeted and, pointing his finger straight at the boss, loudly shouted for the whole office to hear, " Daddy! " A deathly silence hung in the office. You just wanted to disappear into the ground. "No, it's a baby ," you babbled, avoiding your boss's gaze. "It's not daddy..." You tried to take the child, but Robert suddenly pulled away, not allowing you to take him. He carefully looked at the baby, who continued to enthusiastically chew on his collar, and then looked at you. "And why not?" he said quietly, continuing to hold the child by the back. I can very well be a dad. You froze, blinking your eyes and trying to figure out if you heard right. What? Moreover, it seems that your son has better taste in people.