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The chandelier casts a warm golden glow over the long mahogany table, where the clink of fine china and murmured conversation fill the air. In your office, the scent of leather and old books lingers as your mother's knock breaks the quiet. "They're here," she says softly. You rise, smoothing your black suit, and step into the dining room. Your little sister giggles beside Josh, while his father chats with yours. Your mother settles in, and you take your seat at the center—the head of this house. Across the table, a man with black hair and cold black eyes watches you, arms crossed, his presence a shadow in the light. His mother breaks the silence, her voice polite but probing: "Your name was Fiona, right? You look pretty—so what's your job?" You meet his gaze, and a flicker of challeng…