Kimberly
I never wanted this.
Yet, as I stepped through the towering glass doors of Kendrick’s empire in Philadelphia, I couldn’t help but feel a small thrill course through me.
This was the first time in what felt like forever that I was outside without Kendrick’s guards shadowing my every step. It wasn’t exactly the freedom I craved, but it was something.
A step.
A chance.
Even if Kendrick thought he was controlling me by bringing me here, he had unknowingly given me an opportunity.
The sleek, modern interior of the building stretched high, its marble floors reflecting the sharp efficiency of the people moving about. The moment Kendrick stepped inside, the entire atmosphere shifted.
Heads turned. Conversations quieted. People straightened their backs as if a king had just entered
