CEO of Edgewood Group.

Two days after I graduated from business school felt surreal, like the calm before a storm I could neither predict nor avoid. Grandma was ecstatic, proud in her silent way, and after the ceremony, she said it was time for me to visit the office—the first time since the meltdown that had sent me spiraling. The mere thought of it made my stomach twist. That meltdown, my first major bipolar episode after returning to the Edgewood mansion, still haunted me. Grandma, always supportive, had been my rock, ensuring I got the best care and medication. Yet, even the best drugs couldn’t drown out my anxiety entirely.

But I needed to do this. For myself. For the family. For everything I had worked toward in business school.

“Anna, my dear,” Grandma said as she poured her tea, her voice soft yet commanding. “You’ve earned your place. It’s time you saw the company with your own eyes. Henry’s there, of course, but this is your moment.”

Her words were a mixture of comfort and pressure. I knew she wa