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Hivo was excited as we entered his father's company while I was nervous. When we got out of the taxi, I looked at myself again. I'm wearing the off shoulder red dress that Angie gave me last birthday. I wanted to be presentable somehow so as not to embarrass Steven. My son wearing the polo shirt that Steven and I bought for him. He’s also wearing the customized cap that his father bought for themselves. There is a 'I'm his son' embroidered on the corner of the cap. It's small, enough to be seen by the people. And 'I'm his father' to Steven’s cap. It was delivered earlier so Hivo wore it right away and insisted on bringing the other one for his dad. "Ma'am, ID please," the guard stopped me. "Oh, I don't have a company ID. But I know Steven Alvante. Please call him." The bodyguard is ki