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21-ONE WEEK LATER-Sarah sat in her silk pajamas on the floor of her father’s house, her lips twitching, her laptop open, three empty wine glasses next to her, watching a live feed from a private hacker she paid $5,000 a month to.The screen showed pictures. Clear, timestamped, HD pictures. Her eyes flickered in anger, she folded her fist till it turned white.She stared at the images in front of her. Luke. In Imani’s house that morning, leaning against his Mercedes with coffee.Luke and Imani entering the car after leaving the Shawn Tech boardroom, looking at Imani like he was her savior.Sarah couldn’t deny the fact that her anger fueled even more, she Sarah’s hand started shaking.“No,” she whispered. “No, I won’t let this happen,” Her anger sparked when she saw another picture of them, Luke stroking Imani hair behind her hair. She grabbed the mug next to her — World’s Best Daughter mug her father gave her in college — and smashed it against the wall.It shattered. Coffee and

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22Later in the evening, Imani and Emily had a work meeting outside the company and it was a brief one.The meeting with the investors from Boston ended quick than they expected. It was at a little bistro in SoHo, right off Spring Street. Imani handled it perfectly — numbers, projections, her new partnership with Luke Anderson keeping the stock stable. Emily sat beside her, taking notes, watching her boss be the CEO she was born to be.When it ended and when the investors shook their hands and left, Imani finally exhaled and sipped her water.Emily was packing the material they used when she looked out the window at the brownstones lining the street and noticed something on the street. She suddenly clapped her hands like she remembered something and said casually, “Oh, this is Killian’s street!.”Imani froze mid-sip, looking at where Emily focused?.She slowly turned, “What?”“Mr. Morgan,” Emily said. “His penthouse. It’s just two blocks down. That building with the black awning. He

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23 He held her, gripping unto her sleeves. Even unconscious, burning up, Killian Morgan’s hand found Imani’s wrist and wouldn’t let go. His fingers were hot, his grip weak but desperate. “Don’t... don’t go,” he mumbled, eyes still closed, voice cracked. “Don’t leave me here alone.” His voice sounded more like a whisper. Imani’s heart broke a little, she had seen this man in luxurious suits defend his ideas like it depends on his life, she has seen him act all strong in front of everyone but suprisingly, She had never seen him like this — small, sweaty, clinging to her like a child. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “You’re too heavy to die on my watch, I refuse to take the blame,” It took everything in her to drag him. He was at least 6’2 and solid muscle even with a fever, but adrenaline is a real thing. She hooked her arms under his shoulders and pulled, inch by inch, until she got him off the cold marble and onto the big gray couch in his

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24Killian Morgan stared at her like he was seeing a ghost.“Did you... did you come last night?” he asked, his voice still rough from the fever, his eyes red. He was holding that bowl of cold chicken noodle soup like it might disappear.Imani rolled her eyes, trying to act normal, even though her heart was beating so fast she was sure the doctor next to her could hear it.“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Morgan,” she said, pushing past him into his penthouse with a grocery bag. “I came to check on my employee. You called in sick. I’m a responsible CEO. That’s what responsible CEOs do.”Killian blinked. “At 9 PM? In my penthouse? On my couch?”“I—” Imani stammered, then recovered quickly. “Your door was open! Anyone could have walked in and robbed you blind! You should thank me.” The doctor — Dr. Evans from CityMD, a nice man in his fifties who Imani had begged to come at 6 AM — cleared his throat awkwardly.“Mr. Morgan, if we could—”Imani didn’t let him finish. She grabbed the cold bow

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25Imani got back to the office at 12:04 PM than usual, she headed straight to the company’s restroom, splashed water on her face, and told herself to get it together. “Oh Imani, I can’t believe you did all that this morning and last night” She scolded herself as she stares at herself in the mirror.She suddenly agrees with herself mentally “Well..I’m the CEO, I should lay down good examples..isn’t it?” She mumbled.Even if she did it out of kindness and consideration…what the hell is that salty soup she fed Killan?? She face palmed herself just by thing about it again. But the back and forth between herself washed off the moment she stepped off the elevator on the 32nd floor, Luke Anderson was already waiting there.Clinging onto her like glue.“Where have you been?” he asked, falling into step beside her, too close. His hand brushed her lower back. “I called you four times. Emily said you had an emergency with your investors but then Emily’s back and you weren’t. I was worried.” He

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26Killian Morgan’s smile died the second he saw him.“What are you doing here?” Killian asked, his hand still on the door handle, blocking the entrance. He didn’t move. He was still standing by the door.Roi Morgan laughed. It was the same laugh he’d had since they were kids — loud, careless, like nothing mattered.He didn’t wait for an invitation. He came into the house without permission, pushing past Killian’s shoulder, dropping his duffel bag on the marble floor with a thud.“Nice to see you too, little brother,” Roi said, looking around the penthouse, whistling. “Damn. You upgraded. Last time I was here you were sleeping on a mattress on the floor talking about ‘minimalism.’ Now look at you. A huge penthous, You’ve really made it.”Killian’s jaw tightened. “I asked what you’re doing here, Roi.”Roi turned, grinning, and flopped onto the couch — the same couch Imani had dragged Killian onto last night. He picked up the full bowl of salty soup Dr. Evans left behind and sniffed it

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CHAPTER 27IMANI TECH - 8:47 AM - MONDAYMonday 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 o

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28CHAPTER 28 - THE PHOTO AND THE MATCHASarah Velt headed out of Imani’s office with her bucket in one hand and her phone in the other — and the photos of the project on her phone.She had managed to take a picture of it. Two quick clicks while her back was turned to the door and thankfully, Imani didn’t notice it. She had it all. The credentials and the patent filing and it’s enough to sink Imani Tech, or enough to make herself valuable again.Her hands were shaking — not from guilt, from adrenaline. She tucked the phone into her apron pocket and pushed the mop bucket forward, trying to look normal, trying to look like someone who had done a great jobThat’s when Luke Anderson saw her coming out of Imani’s office.He was standing by the coffee machine, holding two lattes — one for him, one for Imani, the way he always did now, like a boyfriend, like glue — and he was shocked.“Sarah?” he said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Why are you— what are you doing coming out of Imani’s office?

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29Roi was now in Imani’s office, his suit jacket had been taken away to clean it properly. He was in his white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, sitting like he owned her office. His badge — IMANI TECH - HEAD OF RESEARCH - ROI MORGAN — sat on her desk.Imani stood by the window, arms crossed, looking at him.Now she understood why the new Head Researcher’s name sounds so familiar.“Are you Killian’s brother?” Imani asked directly. No hello, no welcome.Roi smiled. That same Morgan smile, but colder than Killian’s. “Took you long enough. I was wondering when you’d notice. We are alike, aren’t we?”“We are not—” Imani stopped herself. They were. Same jawline. Same height. Same dark hair. But Killian’s eyes were always tired, always carrying something. Roi’s eyes were empty and amused.“What brings you to my company? I checked your résumé and I saw your great works which made me wonder why you left them and came here?,” Imani said quietly Roi touched the back of his head unconsc

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30Morning came faster than anything else, the office homepage on social media filled with claims of theft. Suprisingly someone has leaked the project from Imani’s office. Not in the news but on the company’s page where everyone had access to. At 9:03 AM, an anonymous email was forwarded to the entire Imani Tech board, to all department heads, to Legal, to PR. The subject line:RE: PROJECT ECHO - STOLEN INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY?Inside was Sarah Velt’s photo of the credentials file. And a note:> “As a concerned employee and eye witness, I have reason to believe that PROJECT ECHO is not an original project. This is a stolen project from another tech company. Credentials show it was copied from a popular Tech’s internal archive. Imani Shawn is putting Imani Tech at risk of a massive lawsuit and theft! - A Loyal Employee”Sarah sent it from a burner email, but she stood by the coffee machine like an eyewitness, like a hero.“It’s true!” she told anyone who would listen, her voice shaki

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