Page 56 of Heavy Is The Crown

“Sitter? That’s a whole ass man. What he need a sitter for?”

Krys exhaled sharply, shaking her head, but he caught the twitch of amusement in her expression.

“You got two minutes to enjoy yourself before I start treating you like an employee.”

Kenyatta chuckled, stepping in further. “I thought I already was.”

Krys leaned back in her chair, watching him. “That depends on how today goes.”

She closed her laptop, standing up—all five-three of her, commanding attention in a sleek beige jumpsuit that hugged her curves just right, paired with nude stilettos that made her look a little taller.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing a folder from her desk. “Let’s get you familiar with everyone.”

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Krys led him through the main floor, where dispatchers, managers, and logistics coordinators handled everything from freight schedules to property maintenance requests.

Her staff was tight-knit but sharp, a mix of seasoned employees and young professionals hungry to prove themselves. They moved efficiently, calling out updates about routes, repairs, and upcoming property inspections.

Krys started the introductions.

“This is Gina, head of dispatch.”

A petite, no-nonsense woman with short curls and thick-rimmed glasses gave Kenyatta a quick once-over. “Nice to meet you,” she said, still typing at lightning speed. “You got a CDL?”

Krys cut in before he could respond. “He’s not a driver.”

Gina raised a brow. “Oh?”

Kenyatta gave a cocky grin. “I’m special.”

Krys ignored him. “Just know if you ever need to get a truck out in an emergency, Gina’s the one who makes it happen.”

Next, she gestured toward a tall, athletic man in a button-down and slacks. “This is Terry, our property manager.”

Terry, who looked like he could’ve played D1 ball, nodded. “So, you maintenance?”

“Something like that.”

Krys cut him a look. “He’s handling things on a broader level,” she said, almost dismissing the ‘maintenance’ label entirely.

Kenyatta’s brow lifted slightly.The hell did that mean?

He kept quiet, but he noticed the way the staff reacted.

Terry blinked before nodding, as if taking mental notes, clearly noting the weird tension but not questioning it…yet.

Then came Ellis, a tall, stocky man in his forties who handled property inspections and compliance.

Krys introduced Kenyatta, but again, she never just called him ‘maintenance’.

She made it sound like he had more authority than that. Like he was somebody.

They moved to the conference area, where a few more employees worked, and Kenyatta caught the looks and hushed comments.

They weren’t looking at him like a new hire. They were looking at him like he had power. And Kenyatta noticed.

Finally, Krys stopped near her executive assistant, Sasha, a tall, model-thin woman with a sharp bob and manicured nails.

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