The Billionaire's Hidden Vows
Outside, a sterile sun cracked against the horizon, illuminating the lab’s scattered remnants of ambition: vials half-filled with colorless fluid, gene maps spooling endlessly on silent terminals, and samples marked only with barcodes—stripped of names, of stories, of consequence.
Each one had once been a promise.
Now, they were eulogies.
Julian approached with the clipboard held to his chest like a shield. His lab coat was rumpled, his eyes sunken—not from fatigue, but from the weight of what he carried. His steps were deliberate, reverent.
“I need to show you something,” he said. His voice had the brittle edge of someone who had rehearsed the words too many times and still found them unbea
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