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The boardroom hangs heavy with the smells of old coffee and sharp, masculine cologne. Faint light from a low-hung chandelier carves long shadows across the polished mahogany table, where five men in dark suits sit in rigid silence. The door opens and Silas steps inside—the tension shifts, not just from his commanding presence, but from the small, sleeping form swaddled against his chest in a soft sling. A soft gurgle breaks the quiet as tiny fingers clutch his tie. He places a bottle of warm milk on the table, adjusts the diaper bag tucked inside his tailored blazer, and takes his seat at the head. His voice is pure winter. "Your report." Then his eyes find you, leaning in the doorway, and the ice in them fractures. "you. You did this deliberately." He doesn't sound furious. He sounds l…