Meet Your Daughter, Boss

“Vasilisa?…”—even the boss’s usual commanding voice sounds muted now.
“What does all this mean?”

I only smirk, and lifting my brow, I don’t explain anything. I approach the convinced bachelor and carefully set the baby car seat on the polished tabletop—exactly between the crystal ashtray and a bull figurine, his favorite symbol of unbreakable prosperity.

“Konrad Evgenyevich, meet—” I say, stretching my lips into an impeccable smile. There’s cold firmness in my voice, built up over months of silence.
“—a gift from the bottom of my heart. This is Agniya. Your daughter. I’m tired of doing everything alone—it’s time for you to find out what a ‘club of sleepless nights’ is like.”

Once, the boss crushed my feelings and stepped back from his words. I endured the blow and gave birth to a child from a man who betrayed me. A year and two months later, I came to his office not for myself—only for my daughter’s rights. And I have a clear plan.