*POV Derby*
Thursday arrived before I felt ready for it. No matter how many times I'd rehearsed this moment in my head, it still felt too soon.
I got to the office almost half an hour earlier than usual, a paper cup of coffee warming my hands more than it warmed me. **The whole drive there, I'd repeated the same sentence until it almost sounded believable. It's just another meeting." I'd be professional. Calm. Nothing more than another analyst presenting another project. For days, I'd clung to the same hope. Maybe he wouldn't remember me at all. Even if he did remember, someone like Jordan had every reason to pretend he didn't. That thought should've comforted me. Somehow, it didn't. I'd chosen my most formal blouse and pencil skirt that morning, hoping confidence could be stitched into
