Kendrick
I leaned against the frame of my office window, watching Kimberly through the reflective glass as she left the building. Her steps were careful, calculated—like a prisoner testing the strength of her cage.
She thought she had won something today.
That was fine. Let her think that.
I tapped my fingers against the wooden surface of my desk, listening as Marco entered the room behind me.
“She’s leaving the office grounds,” Marco reported, his voice steady. “Just as you expected.”
I smirked. Of course.
Kimberly was no fool. She wouldn’t run right away—not when she knew I was watching. She would test the limits first, see how far she could go before I pulled her back.
She wanted to believe she had freedom.
And I would let her think she did.
“For now, let her go,” I instructe
