Emily’s mind churned, the pieces of her plan slotting together like a puzzle she hadn’t realized she was solving. She inhaled deeply, steadying her nerves. This had to work.
“Honey,” she called softly, her voice deliberately gentle, almost hesitant. It was the tone she knew Derek couldn’t resist. “I need to use the bathroom if you don't mind. I've been holding it for too long.”
Derek glanced her way, his attention flickering between her and the animated conversation with his colleagues. He smiled, his charm on full display. “Hurry then, I’ll be waiting for you, love.”
Emily’s heart gave a tiny leap of relief. Derek’s distraction was her cover, and she slipped away from the room with practiced ease. The noise of the gathering faded behind her, replaced by the quiet hum of her thoughts.
