It's not 'K' for Karma; it's 'K' for Kol James Morgan. Yes, it wasn't a coincidence that Becca landed the cleaning gig at my mansion. It was me. I planned and assigned her to this mess, to this sweet revenge.
Confused as hell? Let's go to the past.
SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS AGO…
I dragged my weary self through the front door, the clock mocking me with its glaring digits—11:13 PM. The weight of the day hung heavily on my shoulders, a relentless companion from the office to my café. I couldn't have felt more drained if I'd run a marathon in a suit and tie.
With a sigh, I trudged to my room, a dim cavern where I hoped to find some respite. The soft glow of the bedside lamp was a welcome sight, casting a warm pool of light onto the mess of my suit, tie, and the buttons of my dress shirt, each
