The air in the boardroom crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. Ophelia's demand hung heavy in the air, a gauntlet thrown down, a challenge to Brooke and Lottie's carefully constructed narrative.
"A DNA test?" Lottie exclaimed, her voice laced with incredulity. "Are you serious? We already brought tests from a reputable testing center."
Brooke's face flushed crimson, her eyes flashing with anger. "This is outrageous!" she spat, her voice trembling with indignation. "This is a conspiracy! You are trying to strip me of my rightful inheritance!"
Ophelia remained impassive, her expression a mask of cool indifference. She leaned back in her chair, her gaze unwavering, her posture radiating an air of calm authority.
"It is a simple request," she said, her voice smooth and measured. "A standard procedure in cases of contested inheritance. We simply want to ensure that all parties are satisfied with the outcome."
