KIMANI
A week had passed since the quarterly checkup at the company, and I could finally breathe again. Nobody suspected a thing — not even the nosy ones in accounting who seemed to know what everyone had for breakfast. My cover as Dawn was still intact, and honestly, I was a little proud of myself.
Every morning I’d leave the mansion dressed in my little office disguise — the wig, glasses, and dull-colored skirts that made me blend perfectly with the corporate walls of Walker Enterprises. By day, I was Dawn Matthews, efficient and polite. By night, I was Kimani Walker — wife of the boss himself. The duality was strangely fun, like living in two worlds that were never meant to touch.
And through all of it, Alaric hadn’t slipped once. He played his role perfectly. In the office, he barel
