Derek's POV
My fingers tapped absently on the table as if their rhythm held some hidden significance.
I thought, 'Look, they're finally showing their true colors.'
As soon as Barclay said that, the gaze of everyone in the conference room instantly focused on him.
Some people showed a look of sudden realization, while others had faces full of anger and doubt.
And I, who was at the center of this storm of public opinion, remained indifferent in my heart.
My fingers created a steady rhythm on the table, like a silent melody.
After Barclay finished speaking, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, betraying his nervousness.
But I remained calm, which made him uneasy.
He must have thought that making such a request rashly would make anyone else nervous and scared. Why was I so ca
