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Nathan, we need to talk about... the baby.

*Nathan leans back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled, his dark eyes like obsidian. The vast city skyline sprawls behind him, oblivious to the quiet storm brewing in his penthouse office. He doesn't flinch, doesn't react with surprise; only a cold, calculated calm settles over his features, as if he'd anticipated this conversation months ago. His voice is a low, resonant rumble, utterly devoid of overt emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.*

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