Page 59 of Heavy Is The Crown

Krys, without hesitation, responded. “Yes. He is.”

That got a few looks around the table.

Kenyatta, amused, caught onto it instantly. They knew he wasn’t just maintenance. They all felt it.

He teased, “You really setting me up for the VIP treatment, huh?”

Krys didn’t look at him. “I expect detailed reports, Yatta. I don’t do messy business.”

The way she said his name didn’t go unnoticed. Gina and Sasha exchanged a glance.

Kenyatta leaned forward slightly, voice low, smooth. “Then you gon’ love me, Bae. I don’t do messy, either.”

A cough. A laugh.

Terry outright stared at them now. “Wait a minute now…”

Sasha motioned with her finger up to her lips for Terry to hush.

Krys paused for half a second before flipping the page like she hadn’t heard it. “Next.”

Sasha bit back a giggle as she moved to the next agenda item on the screen.

Halfway through the meeting, the conversation shifted to staffing adjustments and new policies.

Krys, back in full boss mode, was outlining an initiative when Kenyatta leaned in, speaking low.

“You really ain’t gon’ talk about how I made a good impression on your family?”

Trying not to react to him right away, Krys slowly turned toward him.

“Are you trying to be funny, Yatta?” she asked, voice neutral, yet dangerous.

Kenyatta’s grin didn’t fade.

“I mean, it’s a fair question.” His voice dipped just enough for only her to hear. “‘Cause it felt like they liked me. Especially your auntie.”

Krys inhaled deeply. “Are you done?”

Kenyatta pretended to think. “Nah.”

Krys tilted her head slightly, watching him. Then she smiled. “Sasha, go ahead and add an extra task to Kenyatta’s workload. Let’s make sure he has enough to keep him busy.”

Sasha, holding back a grin, nodded. “Noted.”

Kenyatta chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “Damn. Just like that?”

Krys leaned in slightly, voice taunting. “You wanna keep playing?”

Kenyatta’s smirk deepened. “I like my chances.”

As Krys wrapped up, she noticed a shift in the room. Her employees weren’t dumb. They had picked up on something. His presence was different. The way Krys responded to him was different.

As chairs scraped against the floor and people gathered their things, Gina walked past Krys, lowering her voice.

“You might wanna be careful.”

Krys arched a brow. “With what?”

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