EIGHT

The following Day

Imani stood in front of her closet, her eyes scanning through the array of designer suits and dresses. Since she missed her schedule yesterday, she had tons of meeting waiting for her. She settled on a sleek black dress, pairing it with statement jewelry and heels.

As she began to get dressed, her phone buzzed on the dresser. She glanced at it, seeing Luke's name flashing on the screen. “What does he wants from me!” She ignored it, her expression unimpressed.

He'd been calling nonstop since she'd served him with the seizure papers.

The buzzing continued, persistent and annoying.

Imani's eyes narrowed, her patience was a...