*POV Derby*
One by one, people pushed back their chairs and drifted toward the door, still chatting about deadlines and next week's schedule as though nothing unusual had happened. The scrape of chairs and the shuffle of papers gradually faded until the heavy door closed behind the last person, leaving the room wrapped in an uncomfortable silence.
I didn't move right away. My fingers stayed curled around the edge of my folder, giving me something to hold onto besides my nerves. My heartbeat felt far louder than the quiet filling the room. Across the table, Jordan calmly slipped the last document into his folder before closing it with practiced ease.. He didn’t look rushed. Nothing about him suggested impatience or irritation. If anything, he looked almost impossibly composed. Then he lif
