When the Intern Called My Husband Daddy

Synopsis

The new intern loves calling my husband Nathan "Daddy." "Daddy, I got my period. Buy me some pads." "Daddy, I can't fasten my bra. Help me." "Daddy, why aren't you wearing my hair tie on your wrist? As punishment, you have to wear two—pink ones, okay?" I frowned in displeasure, but my husband just waved it off dismissively. "She's just playing around. Once the novelty wears off, she'll stop." But at the company's annual gala, she stumbled into my husband's arms, her eyes red and pitiful. "Daddy, I twisted my ankle in these heels. It hurts so much." My husband publicly removed her shoes and carefully massaged her foot. Everyone looked away uncomfortably, casting sympathetic glances at me. I slowly stood up and announced on the spot that the company was getting a new CEO. The intern shot to her feet and cursed at me: "Old hag, you have no authority to remove Daddy from his position!" I smiled and looked at Nathan. "Why don't you tell her—do I have the authority or not?" At the company's year-end gala, the host was reading out the third-prize winners onstage. "Lena." Lena stood up with a cheer. Her low-cut dress slipped down another two inches. Every eye in the room glued itself to her. Or rather, to her nearly exposed chest. "Oh no!" A delicate cry. Timed to perfection. She tilted to the right, catching herself with one hand on the ground. Her eyes instantly misted over. "Daddy, I twisted my ankle in these heels! It hurts so much!" The entire ballroom fell silent. Nathan rose from the main table and jogged up to the