SUZAN'S POV
"Mr. Garcia from Heedwoods is on the phone. He wants to inquire about the changes in the new contracts," Grace said as she stepped into my office, making me look up from my desk.
"Alright. Handle it for me—I still have a few files to go through and some emails to send your way," I replied, shifting my attention back to the task at hand.
"Yes, ma'am," she said with a respectful nod before walking out.
I had resumed work two days ago. As much as I carried a heavy heart, I couldn't deny how much I'd missed being here—behind my desk, in control, giving orders. This was my zone. And even if I was still nursing emotional wounds, I needed everyone to see that I was getting better.
I glanced out the window, a small comfort. The view of the busy Los Angeles streets alwa
