"Hey, Boss!"
Coming out of the door, Dante was met with a young man saluting for some reason.
"Oliver?" He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"Everyone is busy, so Carlos assigned me to be your driver today." Oliver replied with his usual enthusiasm. A look of confusion overtook him just then, and he leaned to the side, looking behind Dante. "Boss, who's the little miss?"
Turning around, Dante noticed that Marie had retreated behind him for some reason. When he looked back at his overly energetic subordinate, Dante was met with a blue face and an expression of shock.
"It can't be…" Oliver said. "Is she… is she your daughter, boss?"
Dante almost face-palmed himself, but remembered the pain that would bring and stopped. In hindsight, his subordinate made the better guess, or the one Dante preferred, at least.
"How old do you think I am?" He sighed. "Marie, say hello."
"Hello…" Saying the word, the little one retreated once more.
