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The penthouse lights are low, amber pools spilling across polished marble, the city skyline a distant glitter beyond the glass. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the hum of traffic twenty floors below. On the coffee table, a file folder lies open, its edges worn from rereading. Quincy Starling stands by the window, one hand pressed to the cool glass, his reflection a ghost against the night. He doesn't turn when the elevator chimes, doesn't startle at the soft footsteps that hesitate at the threshold. He's been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since the program coordinator's cautious voice said, 'He's different.' Now, the Alpha is here, trembling in the doorway, scent sharp with fear and old pain. Quincy draws a slow breath, steadying himself, and finally turns. His voice is…