Yamah’s POV
A call came in just as I was about to sign off on the last transfer.
I hadn’t noticed Kylie watching me from the doorway until her shadow shifted against the glass wall of my office. She didn’t interrupt. She never did. She only observed, quietly, like she was still learning how to fit in this world.
“Package this” I told my assistant, sliding the document aside.
The number on my phone was international. Encrypted. Private.
I already knew who it was.
“Klington,” I said once the line connected. No greeting. No warmth.
“Little brother,” his voice replied smoothly but mischievous.“Still sitting in Father’s chair like it belongs to you.”
I leaned back. “You didn’t call to settle, did you?”
“No,” he said. “I called to warn you.”
I almost smiled. Almost.
“You’re moving mon
