SIXTY ONE

SYLVIA'S POV

I drove back home, my mind still spinning from the confrontation with Grayson and the looming lawsuit. I had to pull myself together for the sake of the kids and the business. As I parked the car and walked inside, I mentally prepared myself for the day ahead.

Once inside, I headed straight to the bathroom. The warm shower was a brief respite from my thoughts, the water washing away some of the tension. I quickly dried off and picked out a plain blouse and skirt from my wardrobe, something that matched the somber mood I was in. No bright colors today—just the basics.

Dressed and ready, I headed back to the car and drove to the office. As I walked in, I was greeted by Lisa, my ever-efficient assistant. "Good morning, Lisa," I said, trying to sound more upbeat than I felt.

"Good morning, Sylvia," she replied with a warm smile. "Can I get you anything?"

"Yes, please. Could you bring a coffee to my office?" I asked, grateful for her support.

"Of course, right away," she said,