Derek’s POV
Same day: three days to wedding.
As we cruised down the darkened street, the car's engine purring smoothly, Greg's sudden laughter caught me off guard. "You're gonna have to take the job, Derek," he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "CEO Chan's offer is too good to pass up."
My grip on the door handle tightened, my jaw clenched in frustration. "Shut up, Greg, and keep driving," I growled, my voice low and menacing.
As if the car itself had taken offense to my outburst, it suddenly sputtered and stalled, coming to a dramatic stop right in the middle of the road. The silence was deafening, the only sound the creaking of the old vehicle's suspension.
Greg's laughter died on his lips, and he turned to me with a "what the hell?" expression. I glared at him,
