Diane's POV
About an hour later, we heard cars pulling up in the driveway. Guerrero emerged first, followed by his daughter Natasha, both of them carrying beautifully wrapped gifts.
"Congratulations, Madam CEO," Guerrero said with mock formality as he approached, "and congratulations on these beautiful babies."
Natasha giggled and jumped in. "Dad, you should be more careful. What if she fires you before she even starts work?"
"Very true," Guerrero replied with exaggerated concern. "I suppose I should be on my best behavior. After all, our new CEO might decide to clean house."
I laughed, genuinely delighted by their playful banter. "I think your job is safe, Guerrero. At least for the first week."
"Only the first week?" he gasped in mock horror. "Natasha, I told you she'd be a tough boss."
"Well," Natasha said with a mischievous grin, "maybe if you bring her really good coffee every morning, she'll keep you around longer."