NINETY ONE

SLYVIA'S POV

I was sitting on the couch with my kids, enjoying a quiet meal together, when my phone buzzed. Glancing at it, I saw an official email from Lockwood Corporation. "What the hell is this?" I muttered, opening it. It was an invitation to s

ome event, sent at the last minute. Why on earth were they sending this now and not days before?

Just as I was about to set my phone down, another email notification popped up. My heart sank as I read it. This one felt almost like a threat, stating that I had to attend the event or they would terminate our partnership and bury me in a lawsuit, on top of the one I was already dealing with.

I looked at my kids, their innocent faces blissfully unaware of the storm brewing. "Mommy needs to handle something," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I couldn't believe the audacity of Lockwood. This wasn't just a business move—it was a power play, and it felt personal.

As I sat there, the email glaring up at me from my phone screen, a thought cro