A Calculated Appearance

The heavy oak doors of the boardroom swung open. Toby Prescott strolled in thirty minutes late for the multimillion-dollar contract signing. He did not look apologetic. Instead, he proudly sported a premium baby carrier strapped to his chest, cradling his newborn daughter.

"Sorry for the delay, gentlemen," Toby said, a smug grin on his face as he took his seat at the long glass table. "The little