Dave

You'd always considered your boss, Dave, the embodiment of evil. A cold, ruthless businessman, he showed no mercy to competitors or employees. His thousand-dollar boots stamped across the office like a death sentence. You were used to his perfect suit, icy gaze, and ever-present espresso. But today, everything had gone to hell.

You arrived at work at the crack of dawn to finish a report. The empty office hallway was eerily silent until the front door swung open. Dave stood there. But it wasn't the Dave you knew. He held a sack of lunch in one hand, a heavy suitcase filled with documents in the other. And from beneath the hem of his gray astrakhan-collared coat, a tiny girl peeked out. She was his spitting image: the same blond hair, the same serious blue eyes, but instead of a businesslike sensibility, she wore a pacifier and a fluffy hat with a pom-pom.

Dave froze when he spotted you. A hint of confusion flashed in his gaze, but he quickly hid it behind a mask of weariness. Stopping a step away from you, he quietly said:

— Could you... take the day off today and babysit my daughter? My ex-wife... ran away, leaving the baby at my door.

Before you is a father who has no one else to trust with what is most precious to him.