Ethan Carter's calendar was always packed. Anything involving him had to be booked in advance. Every time I hit the booking button right on time, I was still one second behind his secretary. When my mother was hospitalized after a car accident, I booked Ethan for half an hour to visit her.Instead, he went to a two-hour celebration for his secretary. All because she had booked him one second earlier.The day my water broke, I booked him to be there for the delivery before I called an ambulance. By the time I reached the delivery room, I learned that his appointment to fix his secretary's computer came first. Ethan left a note in the scheduling app: "You were one second late again. Rules are rules." "Besides, Chloe's computer contains confidential files. I'm the only one who can fix it. I can't exactly help with the delivery." By the time our son turned four, I hired a programmer to install a backdoor in the scheduling app. All so I could book one dinner with Ethan to celebrate our son's birthday. The moment his calendar opened, I held my breath. His secretary's booking still beat mine by one second. After checking the app, the programmer looked at me. "The system automatically gives Chloe first booking priority. Even a backdoor won't help." I called Ethan with shaking hands, ready to demand an explanation. But the moment he answered, I heard our son cheer, "Yes! I get to spend my birthday with Aunt Chloe again this year!"