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CHAPTER 27

IMANI TECH - 8:47 AM - MONDAY

Monday came like a punch to the face, the sun shone brightly on Imani’s company.

Today seemed to be a good one…but not for Sarah as she stood in front of Imani Shawn’s office with a yellow bucket, a mop, and a face that could curdle milk. She was pissed as hell.

This wasn’t what her father promised her? She’s supposed to be a fuvking secretary!!

She, Sarah Velt — A very well distinguished lady and a woman who once handled board — was holding cleaning tools.

She had received an order from above this morning. An email from HR, CC’d to the whole admin team:

“Per temporary reassignment, Ms. Velt will assist Facilities in maintaining executive offices, effective immediately.

She almost cussed when she had saw the person who signed or probably ordered it. It’s Imani!

“I’m going to make her regret all of this! All I need is my footings! Once I’m back on my feet, I’d take—” She hissed.

Then remembered Luke, “That man is mine.” She declared clenching on her fist.

Sarah kicked the bucket almost making the water sloshed.

“Clean Imani’s office,” she muttered to herself, mocking the email. “Clean Imani’s office like I’m her maid.”

She barged into Imani’s office. Imani wasn’t there yet — 8:47, she has been told Imani was always late on Mondays because of cleanups and new schedules. .

Sarah started cleaning, slamming the duster against the desk, wiping the glass too hard, she almost broke it out of frustration.

That’s when she saw it.

On the desk, left open, not even in a drawer — a black file folder. It wasn’t labeled, but the top page was sticking out.

IMANI TECH CONFIDENTIAL - PROJECT ECHO - Q1 2027 LAUNCH

Credentials, Patent Filings, Investor Deck - Pre-NDA

Sarah’s heart stopped, This is the Credentials information about Imani’s new project. “Isn’t this the new project to brink back the stocks?” She mumbled to herself.

Sarah looked at the door, No one in sight. She looked back at the file. It’s a project that’d save Imani Tech. Her hand hovered over it.

One sneak peak, she brought out her phone and turned on the camera, “You’re doomed, Imani-”

She was about taking a sneak peak at it — her fingers just brushing the edge of the paper, lifting it — when someone walked in.

“—so Emily, tell the facilities team that—”

Imani stopped mid-sentence.

She was standing in the doorway, holding two coffees, Her eyes went straight to Sarah and trailed her from up to down, landed first on the mop then to her hand on the confidential file.

Silence took over the room for a second and immediately Sarah froze, she could say a word.

Imani’s voice was ice cold.

“What are you doing, Sarah?” She took a step foward, her eyes peircing into Sarah’s skin.

Sarah snatched her hand back like she’d been burned.

“I... I was cleaning,” she said quickly, too quickly. “Your desk was dusty. I was—”

Imani walked slowly into her office, placed the coffees down, and closed the door behind her. The soft click of the lock was louder than a gunshot.

“I asked what you were doing with my file,” Imani said, her eyes never leaving Sarah’s face.

Sarah lifted her chin, trying to regain her composure. “It was open. I was moving it so I wouldn’t get Windex on it. You shouldn’t leave confidential information lying around, Imani. That’s a risk.”

Imani stared at her for a long time. Then she picked up the file, closed it calmly, and slipped it into her desk drawer, which she locked with a key.

“Thank you for your concern,” Imani said, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “But next time you touch something on my desk again without permission, I won’t just have you cleaning it. I’ll have you cleaning out your desk permanently. Am I clear?”

Sarah’s face turned red. “You can’t talk to me like that, Imani. I’m—”

“Ms. Imani. That’s what you get to call me. I’m your boss, remember?” Imani snapped cutting her off immediately.

“But….”

“You work is done here, Ms. Velt,” Imani said. “You may leave.”

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KILLAN HOUSE—-SAME MORNING

Roi Morgan got up the next day, dressed up and ready to leave.

Not like yesterday —looking like a rugged man. He’s putting on a crisp navy suit, his hair combed back, clean-shaven, wearing Killian’s expensive cologne. He has a striking resemblance with Killian, just that he had a bigger body.

Killian was in the kitchen, making black coffee, still pale and still recovering and when he came out and saw Roi all dressed up, he frowned in confusion.

“Where are you dressed to?” Killian asked.

Roi grinned, fixing his cufflinks — Killian’s cufflinks.

“Imani Tech,” he said casually.

Killian’s hand tightened around his mug.

“What? What are you doing to do there?” Killan questioned.

Roi smirked, enjoying this. “Flirt with her,” he teased him, pushing every button. That generated a rage reaction from Killan as he expected.

“I’m going to win Imani over,” Roi said, walking closer. “Since you’re too much of a coward to tell her you like her. Someone has to. She’s hot, she’s a CEO, she’s a MILF — the whole package. Maybe…just maybe..I’d be taking her to my bed…” He added.

Killian almost punched Roi. He actually stepped forward, his fist clenched, his fever making his eyes wild.

Roi didn’t flinch. He enjoyed how triggered he was. He lived for this.

“Whoa, whoa, easy, little brother,” Roi said, smirking, putting his hands up. “Relax. I’m kidding. Sort of.”

Killian was breathing hard. “Don’t you dare go near her. Stop making dirty jokes around her,”

Roi’s smirk widened. He adjusted his tie in Killian’s entrancemirror.

“Relax,” he said again, his voice dropping to that cruel, soft tone. “I’m going there to work as well. It’s not only you Dad got a job there, huh?”

Killian blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m the new Head Researcher at Imani Tech,” Roi said, pulling a shiny new ID badge out of his pocket. It was real. IMANI TECH - HEAD OF RESEARCH - ROI MORGAN.

Killian stared at it. “How..”

He patted Killian’s shoulder hard as he walked past him toward the door.

“Don’t worry, little brother. I’ll do no harm to your girl..trust me,” Roi winked and finally walked away.