Kris sat at the head of the long dining table, a glass of Chardonnay sweating in her hand. Her laptop was open to a calendar so color-coded it looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. "Kim's SKIMS shoot Monday, Kylie's lip kit launch Tuesday, Kendall's fashion week flight Wednesday..." she muttered, crossing something off with a red pen. Even on her day off, she was producing.
Khloé laughed. "Honey, that's not manifesting. That's dissociation." cast of keeping up with the kardashians
Kylie froze. For a moment, she looked genuinely confused. Then she smiled. "Oh, right. I forgot. We exist even when we're not filming." Kris sat at the head of the long
was upstairs, lying flat on a crystal mat, trying to "re-align her energy" after passing the bar exam on her third attempt. Her phone buzzed — a text from her assistant: "North wants to know if she can start a YouTube channel." Kim didn't open it. Instead, she whispered to the ceiling, "I've created a monster. And her name is my entire family." Even on her day off, she was producing