The Perfect DaySunlight, the pure gold of a Lagos morning filtered through sheer curtains, painted the nursery in soft, warm stripes. It was a light that spoke of calm, not interrogation.Mimi sat in a deep, upholstered rocking chair by the window, Isabelle-Bella cradled in her arms, nursing with a focused, sleepy intensity. Mimi’s face, often a mask of strategic calculation, was softened into an expression of profound, quiet contentment. She watched the downy curve of her daughter’s head, each tiny eyelash a marvel.A grunt of frustration pulled her gaze across the room. William, CEO of Williams Holdings, conqueror of corporate raiders and conspiracy theorists, was engaged in a battle he was visibly losing. He stood over the changing table, a fresh diaper held like an unexploded device in one hand, while Bella’s tiny, surprisingly strong legs kicked free of his gentle attempts at containment.“The tabs go… under?” he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed with a concentration usual
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