The days leading up to the arrival of the DNA results passed like a blur for Milo. He buried himself in the grind of business, meetings with his gang, and the constant churn of decisions that came with his empire. The sun rose and set, the cycle unrelenting, but his mind rarely strayed from the envelope he was waiting for. The weight of doubt hung over him like a storm cloud, though he kept his composure in every room he entered.
One morning, Milo entered the conference room at one of his safehouses, the air thick with tension. His inner circle was already assembled—Sam, Tobias, and a handful of others he trusted with the most delicate matters. The table was strewn with maps and notes, and a palpable unease filled the room.
“Milo,” Sam greeted, nodding as Milo took his seat at the head o
