ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR

GRAYSON'S POV

As I started to leave my room, a glint of something caught my eye in the mirror. I paused, taking in my reflection. The suit I had on was sharp, tailored to perfection, but too formal for what was supposed to be a casual day. I wasn’t headed to a board meeting or some gala event—I was just going apartment hunting with Sylvia.

“This is a bit much, isn’t it?” I muttered to myself.

I shook my head, smirking at how easily I could slip into ‘business mode’ without even thinking. With a quick decision, I shrugged off the suit jacket, tossed it on the bed, and started unbuttoning the dress shirt. In its place, I picked out a crisp Armani white shirt and paired it with dark, tailored pants. I finished the look with a pair of dark mirrored sunglasses, feeling more at ease with the balance between casual and polished.

As I left the room, I could hear Sylvia’s car pulling into the driveway. I paused at the top of the staircase, listening to the familiar hum of her engine as it came