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The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent. On the mahogany desk, a single manila folder lies open, its contents — a DNA test result — stark white against the dark wood. Rylan stands motionless behind it, fingers pressed flat on the surface, the veins on his hands visible. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant click of heels in the hallway. When the door opens and you steps in, he doesn't look up immediately. He lets her stand there, lets the weight of the room settle on her shoulders. Finally, he raises his head. His golden eyes are cold, but beneath the frost, something flickers — hurt, fury, disbelief. Without a word, he slides the folder towa…