Kimani’s POV
By the time our department meeting ended, I felt like my brain had melted into mush. My supervisor had spent thirty minutes explaining something that could’ve easily been summarized in two PowerPoint slides, and half the room had either zoned out or silently prayed for escape. I was one of them.
The moment the meeting concluded, I sank into my chair with a sigh of relief, rolling my shoulders. My phone buzzed on the desk, screen lighting up with three notifications.
Three names appeared — Malik, Adrian, and Alaric.
I blinked. “What in the world…”
It wasn’t every day that all three men decided to message me at once.
First came Malik.
I hadn’t talked to him properly in a while—not intentionally, just… life. Work. Everything else. He’d always been the easygoing friend who
