Page 58 of Heavy Is The Crown

He moved closer to her desk, watching her. “So, basically…you made me your right-hand man.”

Krys exhaled, closing her laptop. “Don’t get carried away.”

Kenyatta grinned. “Too late.”

Krys groaned, standing up and adjusting her clothes. “Go meet Terry in the back. He’ll show you the ropes.”

Kenyatta didn’t move right away. Instead, he continued to lean against the desk, watching her.

He wasn’t sure what the hell he just walked into, but one thing was clear; this job wasn’t just maintenance. He might’ve worked for her now…but he wasn’t about to play the role of ‘employee’ nor be expected to. Something told him Krys was perfectly fine with that.

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The conference room at Davis Freight & Properties was spacious and sleek, with a polished mahogany table stretching across the center. A floor-to-ceiling glass wall looked out over the dispatch floor, where calls were being made and numbers moved on digital boards.

Seated around the table were Krys’ senior staff: property managers, maintenance coordinators, and dispatch leads. Not a single empty chair.

And at the head of the table next to her, sitting like he belonged there, was Kenyatta.

Relaxed. Confident. Unbothered. In his polo, gold chain catching the light, and his tattoos on display. He didn’t speak first. Didn’t force his presence. He just let it be felt, and Krys hated that she noticed.

She exhaled, tapping her pen against her notepad before scanning the room. Professional. Poised. Unshaken.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

Sasha pulled up the agenda on the wall-mounted screen. “First item—maintenance workflow updates.”

Krys turned her gaze toward Kenyatta. “Since you’re new, let’s go over your responsibilities.”

Kenyatta tilted his head slightly, smirking. “That mean I’m officially on payroll?”

Some of the staff chuckled.

Krys shot him a flat look. “It means you got work to do.”

He leaned back in his chair, nodding. “Same thing.”

Gina cut a glance between them, intrigued.

Terry, the property manager, lifted a brow. “Damn, we can joke with the boss now?”

More quiet chuckles.

Krys ignored them, flipping through her folder.

“First, you’ll do a full walk-through of the properties with Ellis. He’ll get you familiar with the ongoing repairs and work orders.”

Kenyatta nodded, unbothered. “Bet.”

Krys narrowed her eyes slightly. Too easy.

“You’ll also sit in on our maintenance vendor calls. See how we handle contracts and service agreements.”

Another nod. Still unfazed.

Terry frowned slightly. “Wait…he’s sitting in on vendor calls?”

It was a valid question. No other maintenance worker got that level of access.

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