-POV Derby
I was supposed to be focused on the integration files spread across the conference table, but my eyes kept betraying me.
Through the glass wall that separated the small meeting room from the main hallway, I could see them clearly.
Jordan and Tamara.
They stood close — too close for my liking — right outside the glass like they were on display just for me. Tamara looked flawless as always, cream silk blouse tucked neatly into a pencil skirt, hair falling in perfect waves. Her hand rested lightly on Jordan’s forearm, fingers tracing a small, absent circle like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I felt my stomach twist.
She tilted her head, voice soft enough that I could only catch pieces through the glass, but the tone was unmistakable — gentle, almost worried.
“I’
