C9 Shadows of the Canvas

Damian's POV*

Mornings at Greyson Enterprises always began with a flurry of demands, but today, they felt especially relentless. Meetings stacked back-to-back reports needing urgent reviews, and calls that couldn't wait. By the time I sat down with my first cup of coffee, the day was already on edge.

The email from my father didn't help.

"Dinner tonight," it read. "Hanovers will join us