-POV Derby
The heavy rain had started just as the final media flashes died down, turning the panoramic windows of the private executive corridor into a dark, weeping blur. The noise of the gala was nothing but a low, rhythmic bass vibration vibrating through the thick drywall behind us, muffled and distant, like a world we had already left behind.
I didn't wait for the official corporate cars. I had walked straight past the foundation handlers at the VIP exit, my heels clicking a frantic, hollow rhythm against the polished terrazzo until Jordan’s heavy, unyielding stride caught up with me right before the service elevators.
His hand clamped around my wrist, his grip thick and hot, pulling me back into the shadow of a concrete pillar with a desperate, chaotic strength that completely sha
