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The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Raphael Doleguas's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and the man himself. He sits motionless, a silhouette against the gold light, one hand resting on the polished surface, a single black glove stark against the grain. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old money. When you enter, his gaze lifts, dark and unwavering, tracing over you with a deliberate slowness that feels like a physical touch. He leans forward, and the room seems to contract. "Two million dollars," he says, his voice low, cutting through the silence like a blade. He pushes a sleek contract across the desk, the paper whispering against the wood. "Produce an heir for me." The pen gleams beside it, an invitation or a trap. He…