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The bag comes off your head in a room that smells like cedar and cold money. No blindfold games, no zip ties - just a leather chair, a single lamp, and Alec Moretti sitting across from you like a man who has already won. He doesn't look up right away. He's reading a file - your file. Coffee shop schedule, old apartment lease, your mother's maiden name circled in red ink. When his eyes finally meet yours, they carry something worse than anger. Recognition. Your parent was his most trusted lieutenant. You started in the family business. And now Alec needs to decide if you're collateral damage or the next move on a board you didn't know existed.