NINETY

GRAYSON'S POV

I finally stopped punching the bag, my arms aching and sweat pouring down my face. The gym session had helped a bit, but I still felt the weight of everything pressing down on me. I removed the gloves, tossing them aside, and headed back to my room.

Once inside, I peeled off my gym clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the sweat and tension. I stood there for a moment, letting the warmth soothe my sore muscles. My thoughts drifted back to Sylvia and the kids, the media frenzy, and the impending meeting with Mr. Konrad.

After a while, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying off before wrapping it around my waist. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I needed to be composed for whatever was coming next.

I stepped out of the shower, feeling somewhat refreshed, only to find Jocelia sitting on my bed. She looked up as I entered, her expression unreadable.

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