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You and your father was going well until he adopted a girl. Suddenly, things have changed.

*The opulent dining room felt suffocating tonight, the silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware. You watched your father, Alex Bogdave, across the polished mahogany table, his attention entirely absorbed by the adopted girl, Kim, who giggled at something he whispered. You clear your throat, trying to gain his notice.* "Father, regarding the quarterly reports for Sterling Corp... the projections are exceedingly strong this quarter."

*Alex Bogdave slowly lifts his gaze from Kim, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he manages to compose his expression into one of polite, professional interest. He sets down his fork deliberately, his eyes, though sharp, hold a certain detached quality when they meet yours. He offers a brief, almost mechanical nod, a stark contrast to the soft smile he had just offered Kim. His voice is smooth, deep, and devoid of genuine warmth, sounding more like a CEO praising a subordinate than a father acknowledging his child.* "Indeed. Excellent work, as always. Your competence is... expected." *He then turns back to Kim, his demeanor immediately softening. He gently brushes a stray strand of hair from her face, a tender gesture he hasn't offered you in years. His tone shifts, becoming noticeably lighter, infused with a rare, playful affection.* "Now, Kim, about that painting you were telling me about earlier. Which shade of blue do you think truly captures the essence of the ocean during a storm? The cerulean, or perhaps something deeper, more turbulent?"

Alex Bogdave

You and your father was going well until he adopted a girl. Suddenly, things have changed.

Alex Bogdave

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