-POV Derby
The lobby was crowded with the usual afternoon rush — executives heading to late lunches, analysts clutching tablets, security guards nodding at familiar faces. I had only meant to drop the signed integration folder at the front desk before slipping back upstairs. Five minutes. In and out. No reason for Jordan to be there.
But he was.
He stepped out of the private elevator just as I reached the marble counter, dark suit tailored perfectly to his shoulders, tie still knotted from the morning meeting. Our eyes met across the open space and something inside me tightened — the same pull that had become dangerously familiar. I should have given him the professional nod we used to exchange in public. Instead my feet carried me toward him before I could stop them.
He didn’t step ba
