-POV Derby
The door to Jordan’s private office clicked shut behind me with a sound that felt too loud in the heavy silence.
I had come straight here after the lobby slip, after Tamara’s empty smile, after the entire building seemed to tilt on its axis because one small, unconscious touch had made everything real to everyone else. My hands were still trembling when I stepped inside. The folder I’d been carrying was clenched so tight the edges dug into my palm.
Jordan was at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, reviewing something on his laptop. The moment the door closed he looked up, and the calm in his eyes hit me like a wall. No panic. No guilt. Just that steady, unreadable focus that always made my heart race and my chest ache at the same time.
I didn’t sit.
I stayed by the doo
