KIMANI
Monday morning came faster than I expected.
I woke up with that nervous, jittery energy that made me feel like a soda can someone had shaken way too hard. My alarm had barely gone off before I was already sitting up in bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers.
First day at Walker Empire. First day as… not Kimani Walker, billionaire’s wife, but as my undercover alter ego.
The wig went on. The glasses followed. A swipe of Malik-approved neutral lipstick sealed the look. When I checked myself in the mirror, I looked like someone who collected coupons and corrected grammar online, not someone who’d ever been in a viral wedding photo.
Perfect.
I crept downstairs, hoping to slip out before Alaric could give me one of his calm, unnervingly confident “You’ll do fine” speech
