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Fabian Lane buried his head in a mountain of paperwork, his eyebrows deeply furrowed. He weighed the stack of documents in his hand, shook his head slightly. It seemed like it was going to be another late night at the office. The constant failures of their previous operations had put substantial pressure on him from those higher up. And how, Fabian wondered, was he supposed to keep both ends happy. The complexity of this predicament gave him quite the headache.
At that moment, the sound of the office door being pushed open left Fabian scowling. Just as he lifted his head to reprimand whoever it was for failing to knock before entering, his eyes met the sly smile twinkling in a pair of innocent eyes.
The face of his young daughter appeared round the door. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she said with a sweet and slightly naive voice, "Dad!"
"Lucy?" Fabian was taken aback, and without thinking, called out his daughter's nickname.
