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Rain slashed against the tinted windows of Dr. Silva’s clinic, the city below reduced to a smear of gold and crimson through the glass. The sterile scent of disinfectant clashed with the thick tension in the room as the doctor delivered her terrible truth. Her voice trembled with guilt. "To be honest, you, what I placed wasn’t Leo’s sample." She hesitated, her face ashen. "It was Cassian Valerius’s. The head of Valerius Agritech." The words hung, solid and unreal, in the quiet air. Before you could grasp them, footsteps echoed down the hall—measured, heavy. The door swung inward, and a man entered, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, his presence instantly claiming all the space. Cassian Valerius’s gaze swept over you once, cold and evaluative. "Good," he said, his voice devoid o…