002

TWO.

2 years later.

“Kindly fasten your seatbelt, the airplane is about to take off,” The air hotess announced and immediately Imani fastened her seatbelt, her eyes on the window frame. “Tsk, I'm coming back into this goddamn city!” Her thoughts rang out with a suck on her teeth.

For some reason best known to her new company, a new event has to occur at where she has left all of her memories and she has to stay there for at least 3 months. So sad. “Luke, I'm coming for you too. You're doomed,” She whispered.

She shifted her gaze away from the window and it landed on the ipad with the man beside her, he was checking on her profile.

“Imani Shawn? Why are you interested in her?” she suddenly called and the man divert his attention to her.

Imani was wearing a shade and cap, “Yes. Got a problem with that?” The man replied her and looked at his ipad trying to get into the server to get Imani's company register.

“Click on the lower dots. It will take you to their website,” Imani instructed him though he looked at her with some weird eyes but tried it anyways and it worked.

A smile appeared on the man’s face. “Oh. Thank you. How did you know about Imani tech company? I've been trying to register earlier but it's just blank, Imani is the biggest billionaire in LA, if I could just get accepted into her company.” The guy said while Imani shrugs her shoulders.

“Who are you by the way?” He asked further, a smirk appeared on Imani lips

“You can call me the founder,” Imani told him and the guy laughed..

“Nice joke. I'm Killan Morgan, what's yours?” The guy asked with an handshake.

“Iman-”

“In about 20 minutes we'd be landing in Greenwood, NYC. Please ensure you tighten your seatbelt and do not move around. Thank you,” The air hotess interrupted what Imani was saying.

“Killan Morgan right? Welcome to Imani's.” Imani responded to him then looked back at window.

Killan looked at her dumbfounded, he didn't get what she meant by that and thought of her as a “ weirdo.”

3 hours later- ( IMANI TECH BALLROOM )

Imani stepped into the grand ballroom, her snickers slowly moving on the marble floor.

The event was a charity gala, and her company, Imani Tech, was the main sponsor. She'd spent weeks preparing for this night, and it was finally here.

Her dress wasn't something elegant, simple collarshirt and a black suit pant, her hair in a messy bun. No doubt, one would have think of her as a janitor.

Her stylist is still on the way which was why she's dressed that way.

As she mingled with the guests, she spotted a familiar face – Luke, her ex-husband, standing with his new wife and his family.

The same family who'd humiliated her countless times during their marriage. Imani's smile never wipped, but her eyes narrowed, just for a moment.

Luke's eyes met hers, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to see her. Luke looked at her with so much disgust in his eyes, he approached her, “Look who's here!” He said, his eyes doing the most by looking at her outfit.

"Luke, lovely to see you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Luke's mother noticed them, she walked closer to them and sneered at Imani's outfit. "You still look the same,” Elizabeth said, eyeing Imani's tacky dress.

Imani laughed, a cold, calculated sound. "We'll see to that,”

“What are you doing anyways! Oh, let me guess, you are the new cleaner right?” Rachel said, her voice with a tone of mockery.

“Get out of this place and don't ruin it with your unfortunate self. I'm the new researcher Imani’s Tech just employed, don’t ruin my day with you in it!” Luke snapped, Imani laughed.

“I can fired you, Luke.” Imani’s voice was calm but stern

“Come to think of it, You’re bearing the name as the owner of this place! Tsk! Does that make you anywhere special???” Luke added with a snort.

“Why did you keep harrassing the young lady? Stop it,” Someone interrupted them, Imani turned and it was the young man she met on the plane. Killan Morgan.

“You-” Imani was surprised, Killan came close and stood beside her.

Luke's eyes narrowed. "Who's this?" he asked, his tone possessive.

Imani smiled, her eyes glancing at Killan’s "He’s Killan Morgan, my husband."

There was an awkward silence between all of them, Killan looked at Imani shocked. Luke's face turned red with shock, and his family snarled, “Good for you. You picked a mutt like you, Tsk,” Elizabeth said.

Killan wanted to say a word but Imani pulled him back, “Don’t worry darling, Don’t waste your sweat on them.” Imani said.

“Whatever…” Luke mumbled rolling his eyes.

“If you would excuse me, I'm leaving here with my beloved husband,” With that Imani walked away from Luke with Killan.

Imani took her hand away from Killan’s “I'm sorry for saying that,” Imani apologized.

“I'm fine with that. Why didn't you say anything and stayed quiet while they bullied you?” Killan said but Imani shrugs her shoulder.

“I need to use the restroom,” With that Imani left.

Killan simply smiled and took a glass of wine from the waiter, sipped as he looked around if he would see Imani-the owner of the event.

Just then, the emcee announced Imani's name. "And now, please welcome the owner of Imani Tech, Imani Shawn!"

The crowd erupted in applause as Imani walked up to the stage, she has changed into a dinner gown, pink and elegant, her hair packed in a neat bun. A true heir of the Shawn.

Her head was high, her heels clicked magnificently on the marble floor of the hall, She stood tall on the stage, her smile worn beautifully.

Killan was shocked, his eyes widened..

“I-Imani?” Luke's eyes were wide with shock, and his family face was pale.