A week after the fateful "Mama" incident, Minho's meticulously organized life was once again on the verge of chaos. He stood in his walk-in closet, tying his tie with sharp, precise movements, when his phone rang. He put it on speaker, a sense of foreboding settling in his gut.

"Mr. Jeon, I am so, so sorry," the voice of his nanny, Ms. Kang, was thick with tears. "It's my son—the fever won't break, and they want to keep him for observation at the hospital. I can't possibly come in today—"

Minho's hands stilled on the silk of his tie. Today. The day of the first major creative summit with Kim Enterprises at his office. A full-day event.

"Take care of your son, Ms. Kang. That is your only priority," he said, his voice even, belying the panic that lanced through him. He ended the call and stared at his reflection. The "Golden Tiger" looked... trapped.

"Appa? Is Ms. Kang's baby very sick?" Junho appeared in the doorway, clutching his favorite dinosaur, his eyes wide with concern.

Minho's heart clenched. He knelt down, bringing himself to Junho's level. "He is, buddy. Which means..." He took a deep breath, the decision feeling like a surrender. "You're coming to the office with me today."

The ensuing cheer was a stark contrast to the dread coiling in Minho's stomach.

An hour later, Taejoon met them at the elevator on the executive floor, his usual bright smile faltering for a split second at the sight of Junho. "Sir! Good morning! And a roaring good morning to you, Junho-ah!" he recovered, winking at the boy. Taejoon's scent, a bright, energetic mix of citrus and ozone, was a familiar presence.

"Taejoon," Minho's voice was a low warning. "Junho will be with you. All day." He knelt, his expensive suit be damned. "Junho-ah, the deal. You stay with Taejoon. Be very, very good. Appa's meeting is all day, in that room." He pointed to the main conference room, its glass walls already being prepared by staff.

"I will, Appa! I'll be the best!" Junho promised, his small hand immediately finding Taejoon's.

Taejoon gave a firm, confident nod. "We'll be great, sir. Don't worry. We've got a full schedule: coloring, a snack, and I have to drop off those contracts at Junho's school later anyway. We might even see Mr. Jung if we're lucky!" He said the teacher's name with a little extra cheer that Minho, in his stressed state, didn't register.

The plan seemed solid. Minho gave one last, lingering look at his son before turning and striding into his office, the door closing with a definitive click.

Downstairs in the lavish lobby, Siwoo arrived, feeling a mix of determination and lingering curiosity. He was ready to prove his professional mettle, to show Minho that the "Mama" incident was a fluke. As he approached the reception desk, the elevator doors pinged open, and a familiar ball of energy shot out.

"Mr. Pretty Prince!"

Junho, having momentarily escaped Taejoon's watchful eye during a quick trip to the water cooler, ran straight for Siwoo, stopping just short of barreling into him, his little face beaming.

Taejoon was hot on his heels, breathless. "Junho-ah! I'm so sorry, Siwoo-ssi! He's just... very fast."

Siwoo laughed, the sound rich and genuine, his sandalwood-and-cotton scent blooming with warmth. He knelt down. "Well, hello there, little prince. It's very good to see you again. Are you helping Taejoon-ssi with his work today?"

Junho nodded vigorously. "I'm being the best!"

Just then, the door to Minho's office opened. He stood there, having heard the familiar commotion. His eyes took in the scene: his son, once again, captivated by the Omega CEO. His gaze flickered to Siwoo, who was still kneeling, his face soft and open, then to a mildly panicked Taejoon.

The air grew thick with unspoken tension—Minho's protective, spiced-amber scent clashing with Siwoo's warm, inviting one.

"Taejoon," Minho's voice cut through the lobby, calm but firm. "The meeting is starting in five minutes." His eyes held Siwoo's for a heartbeat too long—a look that was less hostile than their first encounter, but still intensely guarded. "Siwoo-ssi. The conference room is ready."

He turned, expecting them to follow.

As they walked towards the conference room, Siwoo felt a strange sense of resolve. The Tiger was on high alert, his cub safely in the den. Today wasn't just about business; it was a test. And Kim Siwoo never backed down from a challenge.

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