Kira's POV
I arrived at Damien Wellington's penthouse at exactly 6:43 AM, just as the city was beginning to wake up. The building was one of those sleek, modern high-rises buildings in the wealthy part of town - all glass and steel, the kind of place that screamed "I can feed you and your generation."
Security knew me by now. I flashed my ID at the front desk - Kyle Raymond, Head of Personal Security - and they waved me through without question.
The elevator ride to the penthouse level was still and silent, giving me time to check my appearance in the mirrored walls. My chest binding was secure, my short hair perfectly styled, my masculine jawline enhanced with subtle contouring. Kyle stared back at me - broader shoulders thanks to padding, flatter chest, more angular features.
You got this, Kira. Just another day of pretending to be a dude.
The elevator dinged softly as it reached the top floor. I stepped out into a private hallway with only one door - Damien's penthouse.
