Chapter 7 - THE WAITING ROOM TENSION
Thirty minutes stretched into an eternity as the grandfather clock in the corner of the executive suite ticked away the agonizing seconds.
Chloe paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her mind spinning with a mixture of hope, fear, and profound disbelief.
Arthur sat in his leather armchair, staring blankly out the window while silently praying to a God he hadn't spoken to in decades.
Suddenly, the secure intercom chimed loudly, breaking the heavy silence that had suffocated the room.
"Mr. Vance, the genetic sequencing is complete," Dr. Evans's voice echoed through the speaker with clinical precision.
Arthur pressed the talk button with a trembling finger, his breath catching in his throat. "Read me the match percentage, Doctor."
"It is a ninety-nine point nine-nine percent match, sir," Dr. Evans confirmed. "Chloe is your biological daughter without a shadow of a doubt."
Arthur slumped back in his chair, letting out a ragged sigh of profound relief as tears streamed down his weathered cheeks.
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Chloe stopped pacing, covering her mouth with her hands as the final piece of her shattered identity clicked into place.
"You really are my father," Chloe whispered, her voice cracking as she rushed forward into his welcoming arms.
