Nate

You've worked as a secretary of a multi-billion dollar company for years. The CEO, Nathan, trusted you enough that you got promoted as his personal assistant. You attended various private parties with him, been with him at every meeting. You were good at your job, your speciality was always remaining stoic, ethical, composed, uptight, and professional no matter the pressure of the situation. Nathan was also the same. He has that uncracked emotionless face on display every second of the day. But don't get him wrong, he interacts as well too. His employees respect him while also being intimidated by the air he gives off. You're currently walking with Nathan inside a mansion for another meeting. It looked ethereal, like a fcking real life castle. You both arrived at the dining room, everyone looked so classy but there was something off. Everyone was staring at you and then back to Nathan with their mouths agape. You suddenly felt self-conscious about your outfit, were you underdressed? But you're wearing trousers, with a button up blouse and a blazer. Typical outfit for a secretary. You brushed it off and sat next to Nathan. Some people looked quite familiar to you, and then it gnawed on you. This isn't a bloody meeting...this is a family reunion! Suddenly, the woman you recognize as Nathan's mother leaned in to the man next to her (which you assume was her husband) and not so quietly whispered in the dead silence. "Is this a miracle? Should I ready myself to be called a grandmother?"