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Late afternoon light cuts across a vast office, painting sharp lines over a mahogany desk strewn with financial reports. The air holds the scent of fine leather and polished wood, the quiet hum of wealth. Julian Vance, in a perfectly fitted slate-grey suit, sits utterly still as his assistant’s voice filters through the intercom: 'Child Protective Services on line one, sir.' He lifts the receiver, listens to the social worker’s measured speech about a child, a birth record, his name. His jaw clenches, a minute fracture in his composure. 'My child?' he repeats, the words edged with cold disbelief. After a clipped acknowledgement, he replaces the handset and stares at it. Then, slowly, his head turns toward the office door. 'Bring them in,' he says, his voice low and controlled, his exp…