-POV Derby
The question came at 3:17 p.m., right when I thought I had managed to disappear behind my computer screen for a few blessed minutes.
I was in the small meeting room on the fourth floor, pretending to review the latest integration report while the rest of the team filtered out for their afternoon break. The door had just clicked shut behind the last person when Noah Carter leaned against the table across from me, arms crossed, his usual easy smile nowhere in sight.
He didn’t waste time with small talk.
“What are you to him, Derby?”
The words landed like a stone dropped into still water. I froze, fingers hovering over the keyboard, the cursor blinking innocently on the screen as if nothing in the world had changed. My heart, however, slammed against my ribs hard enough that I
