The dining hall of the Shaws shimmered under the soft light of an antique crystal chandelier.The heavy velvet drapes framed tall windows that overlooked the manicured gardens were now shrouded in the evening darkness.Vivian Shaw sat motionless in her chair, her fork idly pushing a piece of roasted salmon around her plate. She hadn't even taken a single bite from anything. Her gaze remained fixed on the food, but her eyes were distant and narrow as if the meal itself offended her.Margaret Shaw, seated at the head of the table, lowered her own fork with a quiet sigh.The elegant lines of her face tightened with concern as she studied her daughter."Vivian darling," she said gently, her voice carrying the practiced calm of someone used to managing crises. "Are you still thinking about the divorce?"Vivian looked up and met her mother's gaze. But before she could respond, a sharp laugh broke from across the table. Raymond Shaw leaned back in his chair, his handsome features twisted in

"If you had asked before storming past my desk like you owned the place, maybe I could have helped you," the secretary replied in a clipped and irritated tone.Her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval as she continued typing.Kyle was stunned. For a second, he resisted the urge to slam a fist on her desk and demand if she knew who he was.But that would be foolish, he reasoned. The workers in Transcop knew only Madame Eleanor and Dora.Besides, he had just finalized a divorce and had never appeared before them in the past.Biting his lower lip, he exhaled slowly through his nose."Let's just say I didn't hear that," he said in a low voice. "Now, where is Dora Sinclair?"The secretary let out an exaggerated sigh, finally lifting her gaze to him. Her eyes narrowed slightly–only to widen as footsteps approached from the hallway."Kyle Morgan," Dora called warmly, her heels clicking confidently against the floor. She reached him and gave his shoulder a light tap. "Good morning."

In Vivian Group, the air was thick with fury and despair.Vivian stood behind her massive desk, chest heaving as she pointed a trembling finger at James."Get out!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Leave me alone!"But James remained rooted near the door, his face etched with concern.Just as Kyle imagined, papers lay scattered across the office floor like fallen leaves after a storm.Vivian's desk now looked like a battlefield–files overturned, coffee spilled, and her phone tossed aside with its screen still blinking unanswered calls from her mother.She dug both her hands into her now disheveled hair, pulling at the strands as she paced around.Indeed, she looked nothing like the polished business lady who had walked into her office with iron confidence that morning. Her makeup was smudged, eyes red-rimmed, and her designer blouse now wrinkled and untucked.For the umpteenth time in the same hour, she collapsed back into her leather chair and stared at her glowing monitor.The scr

Kyle turned up the sound. The journalist's voice filled the luxurious office with crisp clarity."...developing story rocking Florida business world. Vivian Group–once rising star in regional commerce, is reportedly in freefall following the sudden withdrawal of major backing from Transcorp Enterprise. Sources close to the situation describe the liquidity crisis unfolding in real time, with vendors quickly terminating contracts and key partners distancing themselves. CEO Vivian Shaw is yet to issue an official statement, but insiders report chaos within the company's headquarters..."Footage cut to exterior shots of Vivian Group's building, when employees could be seen milling about looking rather uncertain.A smaller inset photo showed Vivian from happier times, contrasted sharply with the current crises narrative.Kyle's grip tightened a bit on the remote. The photo of Vivian's 'happier times' was clearly taken from the night celebration of their third year wedding anniversary. He r

Eventually, they all sat for dinner.Patrick speared a piece of lamb with his fork and chewed thoughtfully before turning to Kyle. “So, tell me, have you been properly introduced to Transcorp’s board yet? I remember those vultures from my time advising your mother. They don’t exactly roll out the welcome mat for newcomers.”Kyle nodded, swallowing a bite of potato before answering. He chuckled dryly, the sound lacking real humor. “Oh, I’ve met them. Crystal clear from that first board meeting that most of them didn’t want me anywhere near the General Secretary position. Some barely looked at me. Others made it obvious I was just Eleanor’s son trying to play dress-up in big shoes.”Patrick raised an eyebrow, setting his fork down. “Why the chuckle, son? Sounds more frustrating than funny.”Kyle looked up at him, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “Because it was almost comical how quickly they dismissed me. I sat there listening to them talk about Mother’s legacy like I was some tempora